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Dangerous | Chapter Five: Maraschino

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Bad Boy!Jimin, Bartender!Reader College AU

Pairing: Jimin/Named Reader

Rating: M | Minors DNI

Chapter Warnings: use of derogatory language toward women, alcohol consumption

A/N: I've discontinued using the graphic dividers because I'm lazy and it's been a while since I posted and I don't want to have to hunt for it. Therefore, the original dividers will be used.

Pabo: Don't forget about Mochi's vet appointment.

Pabo: Check your door before you leave 😘

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You had almost forgotten about Jackson's vet appointment that you had scheduled a week before. You'd told Jimin he could come since the kitten was half his, but your stomach churned. Other than class and dance practice, you didn't really associate with Jimin on campus, and if your ex or the wrong person were to see, it could mess up your plan for revenge or cause problems like the night before.

Slut.

You're ex's words still echoed in your head. You knew it shouldn't matter what he thought of you or what he called you, but it still hurt. It shouldn't matter that you enjoyed sex, casual sex, even, or that you enjoyed the attention you got when you wore a short dress or a tight skirt. It was easy not to think about when you got what you wanted, but as soon as someone you used to care about so much looked down on you for those things and called a name you usually embraced, it hurt.

You left for class in yoga pants, a sports bra, and a jacket thrown over the top. You shut your door and turned around to lock it, noticing two Ziploc bags taped to the door and a sticky note stuck between them.

You smiled, remembering Jimin's text. You peeled the sticky note off the door:

A treat for Mochi and a treat for Mommy

He'd drawn a small heart and smiley face after the note and indicated which bag was for you and which was for the kitten. However, looking at them it was obvious which was yours. One bag was full of cat treats and the other full of hard candies. You took one of the red candies and popped into your mouth. Cherry.

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You entered the classroom and noticed it mostly empty except for a few students huddled in a group in the back and Jimin setting up mats around the studio. He looked up as soon as he heard the door. He smiled but was sure not to linger too long.

You quickly stuck out your red stained tongue causing him to smile. You could tell he held back laughter as he ran his hand through his hair, his smile only growing wider.

"What're the mats for?" you asked.

"You'll have to wait and see," he said, cocking an eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes and noticed as the rest of the class began filing in. You took your spot in the class, despite not being assigned a place to stand, everyone always fell into the same places. The instructor came in a few minutes later.

"Hello class," she said. "Today we're going to be doing something a bit different. For some of you, this will be familiar, but for others, this may take you out of your comfort zone. Regardless, part of being successful in the dance world is trusting in your team and your partners. So, today we are going to do some trust exercises, so partner up."

You looked around as everyone in the class grabbed onto a partner. You looked towards the girl next to you who had asked about Jimin--Eun-ha--but she had already paired with the girl on her other side.

"Now, there's an odd number, so one of you is probably without a partner," the instructor said, her eyes sweeping through the pairs before landing on you. "Ah, Inna." She waved her hand over at Jimin. "Jimin will be your partner."

Jimin walked over to you. He held a smug look on his face and he looped his arm through yours, brushing his fingertips over the skin of yours lightly.

"All right, the first exercise is an easy one, the trust fall," the instructor said. "Take turns falling backward and catching each other."

You turned to Jimin. "All right, fall," you said.

He laughed and turned around. "Are you sure you can catch me?"

"Shut up and just do it," you said. "Let's just get it over with."

You held your arms out and Jimin fell towards you. You caught him with your arms locking through his armpits and his head falling against your collarbone. You were used to these kinds of trust exercises from your ballet days. They were standard in the beginner's classes and often when working on a show when tensions are high, you'd all run through them again.

You helped push Jimin back to his feet. He turned to face you, a large grin taking up the majority of his face. "You trust me, babe?"

"To do a trust fall? Sure. Otherwise? Not an ounce."

"Ah, come on, I didn't beat up your ex last night for nothing."

Your entire body stiffened and you stood frozen. Did he really hurt Chul-soo? Your eyes looked down at his knuckles which didn't look terribly bruised. You hated your ex. You wouldn't care if he disappeared and you never had to see him again, but the thought of Jimin beating him up brought back the memories from high school of Jimin's black eye and bruised ribs and that Chul-soo didn't come to school for a few days he and Jimin fought back then.

"Okay, the second partner should be going by now," the instructor said.

You shook away the thoughts and Jimin's concerned glances and turned around. You held your arms up and began to tip back on your ankles, feeling your toes leave the floor and slowly, ever so slowly, you began to fall. Your eyes closed and you felt as Jimin's arms came under your own and catch you.

Your head rested against his shoulder and you felt his breath against your scalp. He slowly helped you back to your feet, but his hands lingered on arms and his lips brushed against the top of your ear.

"See? You can trust me." His voice was raspy and rough, but so hushed you could barely make out the words.

You scoffed and pushed him away. Yet, you felt a small pull in your stomach that maybe, just maybe, his words were true.

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"Hey beautiful," Jimin said, leaning against his motorcycle and holding his spare helmet in his right hand. "I should write your name on this." He held the helmet up to you and you took it and strapped it on. "You're the only one who wears it."

You rolled your eyes as Jimin climbed onto the motorcycle and started it. You got on behind him and wrapped your arms around his middle. Once you were secure, he kicked up the kickstand and drove towards your apartment.

You weren't sure what it was about a motorcycle that made you feel so free. You could rest your head between his shoulder blades and feel like you were the only two people in the world. The wind that swirled around you isolating you from the rest of the world.

It only took a few minutes to reach your apartment. Jimin followed you up and waited for you to unlock the door. Jackson was curled up on the couch asleep, but as soon as you opened the door, his head popped up and he meowed in greeting.

"Hey buddy," Jimin said, immediately throwing himself down on your couch and touch his noses with the kitten.

"I'm going to go change. I'll be just a second."

He hardly acknowledged you as you walked back to your bedroom and changed into a different pair of leggings and a sweatshirt. You placed a few treats in the pocket to reward Jackson after the vet and to make sure he stayed in your pocket on the way there.

You walked back toward the living room and heard Jimin talking to the kitten softly. "You're taking care of her, right, Mochi? I can't be here all the time, so I need you to make sure she's all right." You felt your chest tighten and walked into the living room.

"Hey," you said. "I'm ready."

He nodded and picked up Jackson, the kitten slumping happily over his palm. He handed the kitten to you and you placed him in your sweatshirt pocket where he curled up against your stomach. You kept one of your hands inside the pocket and allowed the kitten to chew lightly on your fingers.

You walked back down to Jimin's motorcycle and climbed on, this time careful not to crush the kitten, but also ensuring that the kitten couldn't climb out during the ride.

"I think I'm gonna keep my hand in so that he can't fall out," you said.

"No," Jimin said. "I don't want to risk you getting hurt. Just make sure you stay close to me and he should be all right."

"Jimin, I'll be fine. It's not a long ride--"

"Just be careful. I really shouldn't ride with you on this thing."

You rolled your eyes and secured one of your arms around his waist while you kept the other one in your sweatshirt pocket.

Jimin took off slower this time and you noticed he braked sooner and slower. Jackson stayed in your pocket, nearly asleep between yours and Jimin's bodies.

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"He appears to be fairly healthy for a stray," the vet said, her hands ran over the kitten's body and peered at his teeth. "He does look a little malnourished, but it's likely he was abandoned or orphaned. It's nothing a little love can't fix."

Jackson--unlike any other pet you'd before--didn't seem to mind to mind the vet's poking and prodding. He only mewed a little during his vaccinations and even purred as the vet did her examination.

"Looks like this little guy was lucky you two found him when you did," she said. "We'll keep him here for a couple of days to monitor him and prep to neuter him." You nodded, swallowing back your worries. "You can come pick him up in a few days. We'll make sure he's perfectly comfortable."

You nodded and gave Jackson a few goodbye pets and the treats he hadn't already eaten. He nudged the back of your hand and you felt it hard to pull away from the kitten.

You were startled out of your thoughts as you felt Jimin's hand on the small of your back. He gave you a sympathetic look before petting Jackson.

"We should get going," he said. "We still have to practice tonight."

You nodded and left the little kitten with the vet. You clung to Jimin a little tighter as he drove back to the university.

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You approached the final dance studio, although felt your heart sink as you heard music. All of the studios were being used.

"It's full," you said, walking back down the hall to Jimin. You shrugged your shoulders, your lips pouting out slightly.

Jimin sighed and reached into his pocket. You heard the rustling of keys and watched as he flipped through his keys until he came to a small silver one. "Come on," he said.

You followed him down the other side of the hallway and to an older part of the building. The building with all the studios had recently been remodeled and so there were a few abandoned dance studios in the basement of the building, but they were normally locked.

"Since I'm the T.A., I have access to the old studios," he said. "Since I'm required to always be available."

He unlocked the door to one of the studios and held the door open as you walked in. He followed you in and turned on the lights. The studio smelled a little dusty but was still in good condition, other than a few dents in the floor.

You headed to the corner of the room to plug in your phone.

"Wait," Jimin said. "I wanna do something different today."

He took hold of your wrists and led you to the center of the room. He sat down and you did the same. He pulled out a bottle of alcohol from behind him and two shot glasses.

"Where?! Jimin, have you had those the whole time?"

"It doesn't matter," he said. "What matters, is that for me to be able to help you, we're going to have to work through some things. You can still go on with your little revenge plots, I don't care, but you need to trust me enough for this."

"So, what's the alcohol for?"

"Answer or drink," he said.

"Jimin, you still have to drive…"

"I don't have a reason to go home tonight. Do you?"

Without Mochi at your apartment, there was no reason for you to go home. Your outfit was appropriate for the next day's dance class and it wasn't like you hadn't stayed out all night before classes before.

You shook your head and Jimin proceeded to pour you both a glass. The alcohol he'd chosen was a cinnamon flavored whiskey you were surprised he'd like at all. The orange liquid settled in the shot glass and you were surprised as Jimin took a shot immediately. He poured himself another shot and set the bottle back down with a soft thud.

"All right, who should go first?"

"I will," you said. "Are you attracted to me?"

"Yes," Jimin said, his voice cutting through the air. "Don't waste all your questions like that."

"Why do you let me see Mochi?" he asked.

"What do you mean, Jimin? We found him together. It's only right."

"But, you hate me?"

You sighed, downing you shot and refilling it. "That was two questions."

"Why are you so nice to me?" you asked.

Jimin's eyes softened for a moment before he took the shot glass and tipped it back.

"Why do you still care about what happened?" Jimin asked.

"You were my first boyfriend, Jimin. I don't know, I was deluded and naive and you took advantage of that. Why--why did you do it in the first place?"

Jimin sat still for a moment, his eyes stuck on your face. "I don't know," he said. His voice cracked and barely there.

"That's not an answer, Jimin."

"I know, but I really don't know why I did that."

"Just drink."

He obliged and took a shot. While you knew Jimin had a fairly high alcohol tolerance, you could see the flush beginning in his cheeks.

"What happened between you and Chul-soo?"

You immediately took the shot. There was no way you were going to explain everything between you and Chul-soo. The cheating, the toxicity, the jealousy that turned to resentment. You'd dated Chul-soo for years, and yet, you were happiest without him.

"I tried to look for you, you know? That night after you ran off, I looked for you for hours," Jimin said, his flush getting worse. "Where did you go?"

"Jimin, I--"

"Just drink," he said.

You did, this time the whiskey didn't go down as smoothly, the burn in the back of your throat becoming scalding. You felt your own neck and cheeks heating up. You hardly ever got flushed, but this time, you weren't sure if it was from the alcohol, or from the game.

"Why are you doing this? Surely, you had girlfriends after me," you said. "Why do you care about me so much?"

Jimin didn't answer, but rather, scooted closer to you. He took a shot, keeping eye contact with you. He threw the shot glass aside before his hands were cupping your cheeks.

"Jimin?"

"Can I kiss you?"

Your eyes widened at the question, but before you could even think about answering, your lips had already done it for you. "Yes."

His lips landed on yours for the first time since the night you first spotted him the club. He tasted like cinnamon and alcohol, you were sure you tasted the same. Within a minute, your back was on the floor and Jimin's hips were pressed against your own. His hands were balanced firmly on the floor on either side of your head.

He pulled away, his eyes tired and his lips swollen. Jimin brought one of his hands to his hair and pushed it back, before bringing back down and wiping his thumb over your lips.

"You should go home," he said.

"Jimin, I thought we were just going to stay here all night?"

"I changed my mind. Come on."

"No, Jimin, you're not driving. Let's just walk back to my place. You can crash on the couch."

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When you woke up the next morning, Jimin was gone. This time there was no note left or any evidence he'd even been there, other than the crumpled up blanket on the couch. All he left was the slight swelling of your lips and a small ache in your chest that you wished would go away.

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Dangerous | Chapter 7: Hustler

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Bad Boy!Jimin, Bartender!Reader College AU

Pairing: Jimin/Named Reader

Rating: M | Minors DNI

Chapter Warnings: mentions of vets/kittens needing to go to the vet, exes being jerks

You only had forty-five minutes to get to work and you were just getting on the bus to your apartment. The vet had given you a cardboard carrier since you hadn't had a chance to buy one, which only made you feel more guilty as you set the carrier on your lap and peered in at the sedated kitten. He was cuddled in the corner and rested comfortably despite the plastic cone around his neck. 

It hurt your heart to see him so out of it, but the vet mentioned he'd only need painkillers for a few days. The doors shut and the bus started moving. Luckily, you wouldn't have to switch buses, just walk a couple of blocks to your apartment. But, there was no way you weren't going to be late. 

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You walked into work. You'd only managed to change into a pair of jeans and a black long-sleeved top. Still, you were half an hour late. The club was busy and you made your way behind the bar and tied an apron around your waist. 

"You're late," a voice said. You felt a shiver run down your spine as you recognized it. He wasn't supposed to work tonight. 

"Yeah, I am," you said. "I had something come up." 

"You should've called." 

"Probably." You started filling drink orders and paying your ex no mind. Chul-soo was right. You should've called, but it was a Wednesday night and usually, the club wasn't this packed. You'd just finished handing someone a beer when Chul-soo pushed you out of the way and took the tip out of their hand. 

"Why don't you just leave? I'll handle it."

"Chul-soo, stop being ridiculous. I only work like two days a week, I need the shifts."

"You should've thought about that before you were late." He reached down and ripped the apron from your waist and tossed it to the side. 

"I had to pick up my kitten from the vet," you said. "The bus was running late. I was worried about him so I didn't call. Can you stop being an ass for two seconds?"

"Becoming a cat lady now?" he asked. "I see Jimin already moved on." 

You rolled your eyes and stepped from behind the bar. With all the worry bubbling up in your stomach about Jackson, you just let it go. You were about to walk towards the door when you heard someone's voice above the music. 

"Hey!" a man shouted. He waved one of his hands up in the air and you met his eyes, after which he lowered his arm and pointed towards a quieter area of the club where all the pool tables were. This portion only had a few people, a couple using one of the tables and a few others lingering along the sides on their phones.

You leaned against one of the tables as the guy worked his way through the crowd. You'd definitely seen him at the club before. You could never forget a face like his. If only you could remember when you'd last seen him. 

"Inna, right?" he asked. His black hair was combed back, exposing his forehead. The sleeves of his button-down were rolled up past the elbows and the shirt tucked in perfectly to show off his small waist. 

"Uh yeah," you said. Despite not remembering where you'd last seen him and him somehow knowing your name, something told you that you could trust him. His eyes weren't raking over your body like most guys at the club. 

"Are you okay?" he asked. "I saw what happened back there." 

"Yeah, I'm fine. He's an ex, so he likes to be a jerk." 

"You wanna play some pool?"

"Oh, I'm not really that good," you said, shifting your weight to one foot and biting your lip. "But I'll give it a shot." 

The guy smiled and handed you a cue. "I'm Jin, by the way. I think we both know Jimin." 

"Ah, that's how I know you," you said, trying not to dwell on Jimin's name. With the way he'd avoided you, you hadn't asked him to take you to pick up Jackson. It certainly would've saved you time. But you would've had to remember how his lips felt on yours and the ways his hands were so gentle against your skin. Like he was scared of breaking you again.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I think the Jimin's we know are very different." He racked up the balls and pushed them to three-quarters of the way down the table. "But he's still kinda a dick sometimes so I'll help you put on a show if you want. Just know I'm not exactly into your type." 

"Ah," you said, nodding in understanding. "What's with all of his friends wanting to piss him off?" A laugh pouring out of you. 

Jin motioned for you to take the first shot and break the balls, thus giving you the advantage in the game. You lined up the cue and hit the ball, but the balls barely broke up. 

"He still owes me fifty bucks," he said, lining up his shot. 

You laughed, your face falling as soon as Jin sunk in his first ball, permitting him to take another shot. "I didn't see him here tonight." 

"You were supposed to work tonight. Of course, he's here." 

Just as Jin finished his words, you spotted Jimin. He wasn't far away, but probably just out of earshot. Not dancing like usual, he sat at one of the tables and scrolled through his phone. You wondered why he even paid the cover charge. Of course, you knew plenty of people who came in just to sit, but that wasn't Jimin. He always came to dance or drink or both.

Jin leaned down. His second ball was in an awkward position. He leaned over the table and carefully angled his cue. You watched in amusement as his he exaggerated his movements and the ball shifted into a slightly better position. 

You picked up your cue and looked for your first ball, which you had still not managed to sink into one of the pockets. The shot wasn't straightforward, but not impossible. 

"Careful, Inna. Don't want to fall in."  

You snorted and your pool cue slipped causing the ball to roll forward an inch. You hardly noticed through your laughter until Jin smirked, "My turn." 

Your face fell. "Wait! Hey! That's not fair!"

You playfully slapped his arm as he lined up and took his shot, sinking two more balls. You huffed and crossed your arms, your pool cue leaning against the table. 

"Jinnie, you're too good." You stuck out your bottom lip. "Can you teach me?" 

With the way Jin's eyes swept over your expression, you knew he could see through your act. One corner of his lips turned upward and he approached you. 

"Grab your cue," he said, coming to stand close behind you. He placed his hands over yours and his body brushing against yours. "The trick is to keep a good balance to your cue. And, depending on the shot you have to change the angle, but the balance should remain the same. Your balance was all over the place. It made your shots inconsistent." 

"O-oh," you said. "Thanks. Where did you learn all this?" 

"My friends like coming to the club and I don't like dancing. Plus, I can make a few hundred a night off drunk freshmen."

You laughed. "You got good just to hustle drunk frat tributes? I'm sure that's gotten you into some trouble." 

Jin smirked. "Mm, I'm too pretty to hit." 

"So, what do I owe you for losing?" you asked with a quirk of your lips. 

"I'll never turn down a kiss from a pretty girl." He winked, before leaning back over the table and lining up his next shot. 

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You walked up the stairs to your apartment and pulled out your keys. You'd left the club after losing the game of pool and surrendering a kiss on the cheek to Jin. Despite flirting with Jin to get to Jimin, you came to enjoy Jin's company. He was the oldest of Jimin's friend group you'd come to find out. He graduated Jimin's freshman year but still hung around them at the college hang out spots. 

Before leaving, Jin had given you his number in case you needed anything. If Jin was into you, you would've jumped on the chance to date him, but you were thankful for a new friend nonetheless. 

You walked into your apartment and your eyes shot towards where you'd left Jackson in his carrier. The kitten had ventured out, which was a good sign. If he was already up and around, he would be back to his normal self before long. It was only when you spotted the plastic cone upside down on the floor that your stomach dropped. 

You eventually found the kitten curled up in your bedroom on one of your discarded T-shirts. He was awake and meowed in greeting when you entered the room. His temperament had improved. You picked him up and flipped him onto his back to find the surgery incision red and enflamed. It appeared Jackson pulled out a few of his stitches. 

If you hadn't held the kitten in your arms, you would've fallen to your knees. You felt like you needed to vomit, despite having nothing to drink at the club. You checked the time: 1 a.m. 

 After Googling the nearest emergency vet, you pulled out your phone. 

"What?" Jimin said, answering the phone. Luckily, his words didn't sound slurred and you didn't hear the music of the club. 

"Jimin," your voice cracked as you held the phone with your shoulder and attempted to reattach the cone around Jackson's neck. Tears pricked at your eyes as the kitten clawed at your wrists and struggled against your grasp. 

"Inna?" His voice suddenly shifted. "What's wrong? Where are you?"

"I came home and Mochi had gotten his cone off and it looks like he pulled out a few stitches and it looks really bad and maybe infected. He needs to go to the emergency vet but it's on the other side of the city and I don't know how I'm gonna get there or pay for it." Tears were falling onto your cheeks and your voice shaking with every word. 

Maybe Jackson would've been better off if you and Jimin had left him in the alleyway for a rich homebody to find. Someone who can spend more time with him and who could pay for everything he needed. Not two broke college students who were barely friends and never home.

You heard rustling on the other end of the phone that brought you out of your thoughts. "I'll be there in ten minutes, okay?" 

Jimin hung up the phone soon after and you continued trying to get the cone back around Jackson's neck so that he couldn't do any more damage. Eventually, you manage to re-fasten it and wrapped him in the T-shirt you'd found him on. 

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It was less than ten minutes when you heard a quiet knock on the door. You opened it with one hand, cradling Jackson with the other. You figured it would be easier to take him without the carrier, that way you could ensure that he didn't do more damage to his incision. 

"Hey," you said, not even meeting Jimin's eyes before you stepped outside and locked the door. You hadn't grabbed a jacket, but the air wasn't too cold, just a bit crisp against your skin. You hugged the kitten closer to your body.

"I called ahead," Jimin said. "They're expecting us. I borrowed Tae's car so it's easier and we can keep a better eye on him." 

You looked up at him wide-eyed. He had really thought of everything while you only managed to stop Jackson from hurting himself more. Jimin led you down to Tae's car, a beige car that looked like something your grandmother would drive. But, the seats were large and it allowed you to bring your knees up to your chest and cuddle your kitten close.

 "When did you pick him up?" Jimin asked, pulling onto the road from the parking lot of your apartment complex. 

"Before I went to work," you said. "Well, supposed to work." You ran your fingers across the kitten's tiny brow. Jackson liked it, closing his eyes and nuzzling against your wrists which still burned underneath the fabric of your shirt with his scratches. "It was only supposed to be a few hours. I thought he would be out of it all night so I wouldn't have to worry." You paused before letting out a scoff laden sigh. "This is all my fault. I should've had someone watch him or called in or something." 

"Hey," Jimin said, his voice silky and soft. "He could've done this in two minutes while your back was turned. He's gonna be okay, all right?"

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"It looks like he just ripped out the stitches and there may be the beginning of a small infection. We'll take care of the stitches and give him so antibiotics. We'll keep a watch on him until tomorrow to make sure there's nothing else major." 

You nodded and handed over your credit card, knowing this was going to max it out, but not caring as long as Jackson was going to be okay.

"Wait," Jimin said, reaching into his back pocket. "Can you split it between these two?" 

The woman nodded, glancing between the two of you as she placed half the bill on your card and the rest on Jimin's. 

"You didn't have to do that," you said after you and Jimin had left the office and walked back to the car. 

"Yes, I did. He's half mine." 

You got into the car but didn't put on your seatbelt, not wanting to leave without your kitten. Jimin got in and shut his door, putting the keys in the ignition, but glancing over at you before starting the engine. 

"Everything okay?" 

"What time is it?" 

"Uh, just past two fifteen." 

"I don't want to go home without him," you said.

"I can stay with you," Jimin said. 

"No, it's not that," you said. "I want to stay here. I can't leave him."

Jimin went quiet for a moment before starting the engine and you felt your objection growing in your throat before you realized that he hadn't turned out towards the road, but, instead was heading deeper into the parking lot. He parked towards the edge of the lot where you were out of the way. The streetlights only dimly lighting the interior of the car so you could just barely make out Jimin's face. 

"We'll stay," he said. "But, you need to get some sleep. I think Tae has some blankets in the trunk. The backseat should be big enough to lay down."

Jimin got out of the car as you climbed into the back. He was right, the seat was larger enough for you to lay down, but you chose to sit until Jimin climbed in next to you.

"No blankets," he said. "But, you can use my jacket." 

"I'm not cold, Jimin." 

The conversation lulled and you felt the exhaustion finally beginning to overtake you. You leaned towards Jimin until your head connected with his body, not caring that you probably should avoid him, or that you felt more relaxed than you had in days when your bodies connected. 

Jimin responded immediately by placing his arm around your shoulders to make the position more comfortable for both of you. His hand came down to rest on your wrist, just below where your palm meets your wrist. You flinched as he brushed over the fresh cat scratches. 

"Did that hurt?" he asked. You felt as he gently rolled up your sleeve revealing the shallow, red scratches. "You didn't tell me you were hurt."

"I had the wrestle the cone back on him," you said, your voice a grumble. "They're just cat scratches. I'm okay. I just want to sleep." 

"Okay," he said, not arguing and simply bringing his fingers to interlock with yours.

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Rebound | Chapter One: Cherry Picking

Genre: College AU, Basketball Captain!Yoongi, Basketball Captain!Reader, Idiots to Lovers, slight Rivals to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings: break up, implied cheating, cursing/sexual language

Synopsis: You and Yoongi always catch each other on the rebound. Notes: The first chapter! Enjoy x

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You hated the days where the girl's basketball team was forced to practice with the boys. It meant that you'd have to deal with the smell of boy sweat, being blatantly checked out, and many of the guys making fools of themselves as they tried to show off. Not to mention, you didn't like giving away your plays to the boy's team. Sure, you all played for the same university, but with an even amount of championship wins, this year, the competition was between the boys and the girls and who would be able to bring home another title that year.

And, you'd caught the boy's captain, Min Yoongi watching you as you ran through plays with your team. However, it wasn't the glances like you were used to from the rest of his team, the ones that lingered over your body and left you feeling like you needed a shower. No, Yoongi was watching each step of your foot, each time you faked a pass, or threw a basket. He was learning from you, and that was completely unacceptable.

You and Yoongi has been playing together since you were in high school. Now, as seniors in college, it was both of yours last chance to earn a championship for your respective teams. You both had previous championship wins, but the boys and girls never won a championship in the same year. And, this year, it was going to be yours.

"Yah, Min Yoongi! Why don't you come down here and show off your own strategy instead of stealing mine?!"

"I wasn't stealing," he said. "I was admiring." A smirk crossed his face quickly, fading so quickly you weren't sure it had even been there at all. "But, fine. Come on boys, let's play some defense."

Yoongi called over his team and instructed his starters to get into their respective defensive positions. His eyebrow arched as he got into position in front of you, his stance low and his arms out. Yoongi was known for his defense, in fact, it had turned many games. If your offense could beat Min Yoongi, it could beat anybody.

"Captain on Captain," he said, his momentary smirk returning. "Let's make this interesting. Whoever loses has to stay and clean up. Both locker rooms."

You shrugged, you often stayed for hours after practice anyway, but the thought of having to clean the boy's locker room made you want to throw up. However, you agreed—not willing to back down—and waited for the coach to blow the whistle, signaling for you to begin.

You began dribbling the ball and headed towards the basket. Yoongi was right there with you, his chest less than an inch from you. You stopped and passed the ball to a teammate before booking it over to the side of the basket where she passed it back to you.

It was a fairly simple play--the ball only being passed between you two--unless for some reason either of you was otherwise occupied. It depended on your teammates moving around to keep their defenders busy while the two of you used the free space to your advantage.

Yoongi attempted to catch the pass, his fingertips connecting with the ball, but you managed to catch it and throw it up at the basket before he could get a grip. The ball bounced off the basket and rebounded in your direction.

Yoongi managed to catch the rebound and started dribbling down the court. You defended him, but he was faster than he looked. You managed to get in his face just as he shot the ball up towards the basket, but it didn't faze him and the ball sunk into the basket.

You cursed under your breath. You turned--attempting to retrieve the ball--and your ass rubbed against Yoongi's thigh and you could practically hear the smirk break out across his face.

The game continued fairly uneventfully. The boys were two points ahead due to a lucky three point shot. It was the last half of the final quarter and you had to do something. You carefully signaled to your team to do a play that involved passing the ball excessively before one of your teammates finally passes it back to you and you go for the three point shot. You could think of nothing sweeter than winning by one point.

The play went smoothly with the ball coming back to you. Yoongi had only left your side for a moment in an attempt to catch the pass back to you, but as he quickly discovered what you were planning, he lunged towards you. Attempting to stop the ball from its ascent, he had too much momentum and smacked right into you. The ball's ascent becoming much sharper and landing far short of the basket.

You--on the other hand--had fallen straight backwards. Luckily, your butt broke your fall and you rolled onto your side and curled into a ball, out of breath from the shock. You heard the whistle blown--indicating that Yoongi fouled you--and it brought you back to reality.

Everyone seemed to be asking if you were okay, in a flurry of questions that only made you feel dizzy. You simply offered a quick nod and made your way to the free throw line. You easily made the two free shots, tying up the game.

The whistle sounded. "Games over," the coach said. "Looks like the teams are pretty evenly matched." He nodded at you and Yoongi. He dismissed practice and you turned to look at Yoongi.

"So, I guess the bet's off? Since we tied? We'll each just clean our own?"

Yoongi shrugged. "I don't mind doing both. I didn't mean to hurt you."

You laughed. "I'm fine, Yoongi. You've seen me take worse falls."

"I know, it's just--I caused this one--"

"Well, if you really want to clean the girl's locker room, it's fine. Just text me first or something so I can make sure everyone's out."

vVv

You didn't register Yoongi's text as you sat underneath your office desk. Your legs pulled into your chest as you tried to steady your breaths. He had to have known you were in your office by now. He'd been at practice and was probably changing when he sent the simple text.

"I'm breaking up with you, Y/N."

You knew your now--ex-boyfriend had probably left already--probably already had another date lined up. God, you hoped it wasn't with one of the other girls on your team. Partially because of the awkwardness, but also, because every girl on your team deserved better than a boy who would break up through text.

You heard a hesitant knock on the door. You huddled down closer underneath your desk, hoping that if you could keep your sobs quiet enough, whoever it was would just go away.

"Anyone still in here?" you heard Yoongi ask, as he peeked into the empty locker in room. Your office was connected to the locker room, but the blinds on your window were closed and your door was closed. You pulled your legs as close as they could possibly get to your body and pressed your head into your knees, hoping Yoongi would clean and leave thinking simply that you'd left already.

You heard as he shuffled around the locker room picking up half drank water bottles and making sure all the locks were secure. Your sobs were building up in your chest and you feared you couldn't hold them back. You inhaled sharply, but the exhale came out shaky. You whimpered, trying to hold the tears back.

The nearly completely concrete room carried sound better than some music rooms and it was only a moment later the shuffling paused.

"Y/N?"

You stayed quiet, even forgetting to breath for a few moments. You weren't sure how he immediately knew it was you. Maybe it was because you were always known to stay after practice and do your homework or work on strategy, often not leaving until it was dark. Or, maybe you two had simply played long enough together he could tell you from the others on the team.

You phone vibrated, somehow reverberating off the walls. It was simply reminding you of Yoongi's unread text and you muttered a silent curse as you heard the shuffling stop once again.

"Y/N?" he asked again, this time approaching the door to your office.

You closed your eyes and tried not to notice how the light was suddenly blinding you, even with your eyes shut.

"Y/N, what are you doing down there?" he asked. "Wait, what happened?"

You opened your eyes and looked up at the boy who was crouched down in front of your desk and examining you with his frustratingly puppy like eyes.

"It's nothing," you said, crawling out from underneath your desk and leaning against it and crossing your arms. Yoongi followed you, standing up, but not leaving the room.

"It's not nothing," he said. "I haven't seen you cry this much since you broke your wrist at championships Freshman year."

"At least I made the shot though," you said, smiling for half a second before it faded.

"I-I didn't hurt you earlier, did I?"

You shook your head. "No, really, Yoongi, I'm fine. It's stupid."

Yoongi stood in silence, waiting for you to explain. He wasn't going to leave without an explanation or a fight, and you were too exhausted to argue with the boy. Normally, when you were grumpy, he was the first person you picked a fight with, but you hated him seeing you in your weakened state. And, you knew he would see through your attempts at trying to argue for what they were--trying to annoy him into leaving.

"Isn't Ji-yoo waiting for you?" you asked, your attempt at stalling causing him to sigh and release the tension in his shoulders. You knew mentioning his girlfriend was a sure fire way to piss him off, but the girl was sweet and a decent player. You honestly didn't want her to have to wait on your problems.

"Y/N, just tell me what happened. We've known each long enough. I'm not gonna tell any of the boys about this."

Your eyes shifted away from him and your hands gripped the desk, your knuckles turning white. You held back another sob that has built up during the conversation, feeling more pathetic than ever.

"Chan-woo broke up with me," you said. "He texted me a little before you did." The sob came out and you hid your face in your hands.

You felt Yoongi's body envelope yours. You immediately fell into his warmth, your face hiding in his black T-shirt. You could still smell his body wash and a small hint of a musky cologne. He'd obviously showered just after practice and you couldn't be more thankful as you took in his scent and you felt yourself relax against him and the desk.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice soft and deep. It was the voice he used when he pitied you. His arm tightened around your back and you propped your chin on the center of his chest. He looked down at you, his free hand coming up to carefully brush some of your still damp hair from your face. "I know we're not really friends, but I don't like to see you upset. What happened to the Y/N from high school? You were the one breaking hearts then."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes playfully. "Like yours? Remember when you asked me to homecoming and I said no?" You dragged your fingertip over his chest and felt his gaze harden. Not maliciously, but enough to make you pause.

Your body tensed again under his gaze. His dark eyes looking at you in a way you couldn't describe. His gaze felt warm, but it was like sitting too close to a fire, the sparks began to burn.

"Yes," he said. "Yes, I do remember. I also remember driving you home after you got stood up that night."

You pulled away, losing his warmth was nearly painful, but you wiped your eyes, the tears having stopped spilling. The sobs were no longer in your throat, but you could still feel where they sat.

"Oh yeah," you said. "I, uh, forgot about that."

"I know you're upset, but you deserve better. You know that, right?"

"No, its okay. I know. He was a jerk, anyway, and I really should've seen this coming. I always saw the way he looked at the other girls on the team. I don't really know why I'm so upset about it. I know I shouldn't be cause he was probably cheating on me anyway, but--"

Yoongi's lips cut yours off. It caught you off guard, but your hands seemed to naturally gravitate towards his freshly washed and still half damp hair and your legs spread allowing him to come closer. His hands anchored to the desk on either side of your hips. The kiss was short, but heated, and when he pulled away you felt yourself yearning for him to come back.

"Stop talking about him," Yoongi said. "It'll make you feel worse."

"Yoongi, what was that?"

"You were rambling."

You couldn't help but let out a girlish giggle at his excuse. Yoongi's eyes seemed to soften when you laughed, but his posture was still tense, his hands still resting on either side of you, and his body still so much closer than you two got outside of the court.

"I never liked the way he talked about you in the locker room," he said, his head lowering slightly. His gaze falling from yours.

"Mmm, is that right? How'd he talk about me?"

Yoongi seemed surprised at your response, but his gaze shot back to yours. It had darkened though, from a look of concern to one of need.

"All the things he wanted to do to you," he said, his voice becoming raspy and breathless. You noticed his gaze slipping downward, although you had no idea where.

"Like what?"

Yoongi's right hand moved from the desk and onto your thigh, pushing up your basketball shorts slightly. His fingertips brushed the edge of your panties, but he didn't attempt to go any further.

"He wanted to fuck you on the court. Right at half court."

"Is that all?"

"Well, he was more specific, but I'll spare you the details."

Yoongi's face was dangerously close to your own, your foreheads nearly colliding.

"Don't guys talk about that stuff all the time?"

"Yeah, but it was different."

"Why?"

Yoongi knew you were baiting him, but as his fingers began to slowly massage the skin of your thigh, he seemed to care less.

"Cause it was about you."

"What makes me so different, Min Yoongi?"

He didn't answer the hair on his forehead tickling your skin.

"Is it cause you've known me so long I've become like a sister to you?"

"No," he said.

"Is it cause you have your own fantasies about me?"

Again, he didn't say anything, but he bit his lip and let out a shallow grunt that seemed to be in affirmation. "Just cause your glances are subtle, Yoongi, doesn't mean I don't notice."

His glance was less than subtle coming to rest at your lips and finally meeting your eyes full of something primal.

"What do you want to do to me, Yoongi?"

His lips brushed against the skin on your neck—testing the waters—and when your neck lulled back allowing him full access. He was eager and immediately his tongue came into contact with your skin and made you shiver.

"I want to fuck you on this desk," he said.

"Then, do it." One of your hands returned to his hair, while the other played with the hem of his T-shirt. "And, don't spare me any of the details."

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Rebound | Chapter Two: Offensive Foul

Genre: College AU, Basketball Captain!Yoongi, Basketball Captain!Reader, Idiots to Lovers, slight Rivals to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings: short chapter lol, public sex, discussed cheating, smut

Synopsis: You and Yoongi always catch each other on the rebound.

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Yoongi kicked the door shut and reached over to lock it in one swift motion. You managed to reach into your desk drawer where you kept a box of condoms. Normally, you gave them out to the girls on the team when they headed out on dates after practice, rarely did they ever come in handy for your own escapades.

"Yoongi..." you said, breathlessly, bunching up the bottom of his shirt in your hand, exposing the very slightest of his toned stomach. If you hadn't been sitting, you were sure your knees would've gone weak beneath you. "What about Ji-yoo?"

"What about her?" he asked, his mouth moving from your neck. He took off his shirt and tossed it aside. You nearly lost all the breath in your lungs as he made quick work of your shirt next, pulling it over your head and throwing it out of your sight. You were wearing just a plain sports bra, but Yoongi didn't seem to care, his lips attaching to your chest.

"Sh-She's probably waiting for you and she's your girlfriend." Despite your reservations, you slipped off your shorts and wrapped your legs around Yoongi's hips, feeling him against you. At this point, you needed him and even if you were betraying someone on your team, you weren't sure anything or anyone could stop you.

"She already left," he said. The words were all you needed to press your lips to his and grind against him. The friction was driving you crazy and you knew Yoongi was also eager to satiate the need.

It wasn't long before the rest of your clothes were on the ground and Yoongi was fucking you on your desk. You bit your lip trying to hold back the moans that threatened to spill from your lips. The top of your head brushed against the closed blinds and your hands roamed from Yoongi's hair and down his bare chest.

"Did you think about this a lot?" you asked, the tension building up in your stomach.

"All the fucking time," Yoongi said, his voice just more than a grunt. "You feel just like I imagined."

That sent you over the edge and you felt your orgasm pass through your body. Yoongi reached his just after and you fell against his chest, sweaty and out of breath.

Yoongi's hand came to rest momentarily behind your head before he pulled away and began collecting the clothes thrown around the room.

He handed you yours as he pulled on his boxers and shorts. You dressed, not saying a word, a wave of guilt suddenly washing over you. Yoongi had a girlfriend. A girlfriend who played on your team. You had no idea how you were going to face the girl the next day at practice.

"Yoongi," you said, trying to hide the fact you wanted to cry again. Normally, you weren't a crier, but something about the boy getting dressed in front of you made you let the barriers. "Ji-yoo is..."

"Not going to find out about this," he said.

You sighed and got off the desk and pulled on your clothes. Once you were both dressed, you glanced up at him and his face was oddly calm, his eyes studying you. You looked away quickly and crossed your arms.

He sighed and walked towards you, placing his hands on your shoulders. "Hey, don't start feeling guilty on me now. We've already taken this too far. I've already cheated."

The word sounded so harsh it sent a pang through your chest. You felt tears prick at your eyes, knowing this was partially your fault. You'd been upset and even if you didn't admit it, you were looking for comfort.

"I'll break up with her if you want," he said quietly. His right hand left your shoulder and intertwined itself with yours, but you quickly pulled away.

"No," you said. "I don't want you to hurt her. She's a sweet girl and she doesn't deserve this." The tears began to pour even though it was the last thing you wanted.

"Don't worry about Ji-yoo," Yoongi said, pulling you into a hug. "She's my problem. You didn't do anything wrong, Y/N."

"I gave you consent, Yoongi. I-I wanted it."

"Shhh," he said, pushing your hair back and kissing your hairline softly. The kiss was so chaste you hardly believed this was the same man you'd just had sex with. "Did you drive today?"

You shook your head. You hardly drove to practice anymore since you lived just a short bus ride away. Your roommates always told you it was dangerous to take the bus home by yourself so late, but you sometimes enjoyed the dark and quiet bus ride, allowing you to collect your thoughts.

"Come on, I'll drive you home."

You didn't argue knowing—this time—that it would be pointless. You gathered your things and followed Yoongi out to his car.

The drive was short, but the exhaustion hit you almost immediately. Your eyelids drooped as you listened to Yoongi hum along to some random rap album.

"Y/N," Yoongi whispered, softly rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. "We're here."

You opened your eyes and nodded. You muttered a quick thanks and opened the car door and grabbed your duffel bag.

"Wait, Y/N," Yoongi said. "Don't worry too much about today, I don't expect anything from you. We can pretend it never happened if you want—"

"Yoongi, it's okay. We don't need to discuss this. Just go home, okay?"

Yoongi swallowed and nodded. "Goodnight Y/N."

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Rebound | Chapter Four: Shot Fake

Genre: College AU, Basketball Captain!Yoongi, Basketball Captain!Reader, Idiots to Lovers, slight Rivals to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings: mentions of exes/relationships, sexual references/themes

Synopsis: You and Yoongi always catch each other on the rebound.

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You'd played in semi-finals the previous three years and every time the locker room beforehand was the same.

The smell of muscle rub and hot showers and the slightly nervous singing that filled the room as everyone changed and got ready. Semi-finals decided your fate, if you would even make it to finals in the first place.

You smiled as a few of your teammates burst out into song and dance as "Getcha Head in the Game" came through the speaker you'd set up to pump up the team.

Yet, you weren't quite as relaxed as the rest of the team. You'd barely been able to eat anything that day and your stomach was still turning. This was your last chance to earn a title for your team, for your school. Sure, you'd won a championship two years ago, but you weren't captain then. You wanted your name engraved on the trophy. You wanted to lead your team to a victory.

You looked down at the protein bar you'd found on your desk when you'd gotten there an hour before. You knew it was from Yoongi because he had written, "Good luck" in Sharpie on the front. You couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Yoongi sneaking into the girl's locker room before anyone got there just to leave you a snack.

It was the first correspondence you and Yoongi had shared since the day he drove you home from practice. Other than a few quick glances and the formalities of the sport, neither of you had paid the other any mind.

The boy's game was nearly over and you knew they were going to win. You'd heard your school's cheer numerous times and the muffled announcements whenever a basket was scored.

"Yoongi's doing pretty well," you heard Ji-yoo say.

"You must be pretty proud," another one of your teammates said. "Your boyfriend has been killing it these last few games."

"No, I'm surprised."

Silence fell over the conversation and you felt yourself unconsciously lean towards your open door slightly. You felt a pang of guilt at eavesdropping on the conversation, but the cement walls of the locker room carried conversations extremely well, that even without the music and your inching over you could almost fully hear.

"What do you mean?"

"I broke up with Yoongi. This morning."

Your heart stopped. She knew. You felt tears pricking your eyes wondering if it was possible to just sink into the hard cement wall and become part of it. Did Yoongi break down and tell her? Did someone see them leaving together? Oh God, had the locker room not been empty that night?

Your cheeks flushed as you ran through all the possibilities and remembered the night in the question. Even if Ji-yoo somehow found out, for some reason you couldn't make yourself regret it, which only made the tears prick at your eyes harder.

"Oh my gosh, girl! Why?!"

Ji-yoo paused. You were luckily hidden behind the wall, so she didn't see you as she looked around.

"I'm with Chan-woo now."

The other girls gasped and you tuned out their hushed whispers. The tears were suppressed by the shock and your glane wandered down to the protein bar. Had she done by the time he'd snuck that onto your desk? Was that the only reason he did it?

Your breath hitched as the final buzzer of the boy's game rang. You only had twenty minutes until your game and your heart was already beating against your ribcage in a terrifying rhythm.

You shot Yoongi a quick text.

"You okay?"

It only took him a few minutes to respond.

"I just won the game. Of course, I'm okay."

"I heard about Ji-yoo."

"Don't worry about me, are you okay?"

"As okay as I can be."

"Go out there and kick some ass, Y/N. Show Chan-woo why he doesn't deserve you."

 vVv

The tight black dress you wore was a far cry from the T-shirts and gym shorts you lived in otherwise. It felt nice though. Even you liked to dress up every once in a while. Seeing boy's player's jaws drop and eyes widen was enough of a reason for you change it up.

The party was already getting out of hand. Half of both teams was already drunk and the music had been turned up much too loud. Luckily, the large house that belonged to someone on your team's family was fairly secluded and it shouldn't end how many of these parties had ended in the past: with the red and blue lights of police lights.

Once you were spotted, a few of your teammates came and handed you a drink. You had no idea what it was, but it burnt slightly as it went down.

You'd won the game. By a landslide, in fact. Your teammates carried you off on their shoulders and elation filled you to the brim. You'd made it to finals. And, even if you hadn't, the post-semifinals party was legendary. It just may not have been so wild if either team lost.

You didn't recognize many of the faces there. You saw a few from your team and from the boy's team, a few cheerleaders and sideline managers, but nearly everyone else was a stranger.

The music suddenly cut and the room cheered. You realized everyone was looking in your direction.

"Give it for the team captains!" the DJ practically screamed into the microphone, causing you to cover your ears. The room erupted into cheers and you felt your face go red and your fingers fiddled with the hem of your dress.

You turned and got saw Yoongi behind you, his face also red and a shy smile crossed his features. After a minute or so, it all died down and the music started back up.

You approached Yoongi and couldn't help but feel a twinge in your stomach. He looked good. He wore ripped skinny jeans, a white T-shirt, and a black bomber jacket that was just slightly too big for his frame. Finishing it off, he wore a silver necklace that fell perfectly in the indent between his pecs and his hair was messily styled. You wanted to jump him right then and there.

"Hey," you said. "I never got to congratulate you."

Yoongi smiled. You noticed his eyes doing a quick once over of your own attire. He was quick to meet your gaze though, acting as if he hadn't been checking you out.

"Thanks, congrats to you too. I watched your game and you played well." He rubbed the back of his palm with his neck. "I said you didn't need those extra shooting practices."

You'd noticed Yoongi up in the bleachers. You caught his eye a couple times, but when you noticed Ji-yoo's flushes cheeks, you wondered if you were the only reason he stuck around to watch the game.

"You know, I saw a couple scouts from the Ravens there," he said. "They seemed impressed."

Your eyes widened, but not from the news that Yoongi had seen scouts from your favorite professional women's basketball team at the game. Just within your eye line you caught sight of Chan-woo and Ji-yoo. Chan-woo's arm was slung around her shoulders and you couldn't help but notice the dark bruises that popped out from the neckline of her shirt.

"Yoongi, let's go over..." You attempted to grab his wrist and pull him towards the other end of the party. Ji-yoo has just broken up with him that afternoon, it would probably hurt to see her with someone so soon.

You tried to ignore the own rumbling in your stomach, not just from seeing your ex kiss someone else, but also because you worried for Ji-yoo. Would Chan-woo break her heart too?

"Y/N," he said. "What are you doing?" He followed your glance and caught sight of the couple, who still lingered near the entrance. Chan-woo's hand now rested firmly on her ass and you couldn't help but cringe, feeling Chan-woo's hands and lips on your own skin again.

"Oh," he said. "Listen, Y/N, you don't have to try and protect me."

"But, you and Ji-yoo broke up today, aren't heartbroken?"

Yoongi's eyes darkened for a moment and you felt his hand creep to rest lightly on your arm, his fingers rubbing your skin slightly causing goosebumps to erupt even in the warm environment of the party.

"Probably not as much as I should be." You felt his breath on your skin as he moved close to you, his hands coming to your waist. "Come on, let's give them a show."

You and Yoongi danced, although you were both too sore to be serious about it. You noticed Chan-woo sneaking glances at you and it only made you want to grind against Yoongi to watch the other boy squirm.

"How far are we going to take this?" you asked, the palms of your hands momentarily pushing against Yoongi's chest. He looked down at you through his fringe of black hair. You recognized that expression, his mouth slightly upturned and his dark eyes appearing even darker.

"As far as you want," he said. "Do you want to make him jealous?" His hand brushed some of the hair that had fallen into your face while you were dancing. "He watched the game too, Y/N. He saw the way you played and how sexy you looked on the court. He'd hate to see me—"

You cut him off with your lips. It didn't take long for him to catch on as his hands roamed down your body.

You were just going to make out. That was all. Just enough to show you moved on.

Yoongi soon took control of the kiss, his tongue entering your mouth, and you stifled a moan.

You pulled away. "Let's—let's go somewhere else." You motioned to Chan-woo and Ji-yoo who very obviously had gotten a full view of your make out session.

Yoongi took your hand and led you to the edge of the party before he pushed you against the wall and continued the kiss, the intensity immediately returning.

"You know this isn't what I meant," you said, but you couldn't help the smile that crept onto your face.

"Mmm," was his only response before his hands lowered to your ass and pulled you towards him.

You worried someone other than Chan-woo or Ji-yoo from either of your teams would see. You and Yoongi were supposed to be rivals, essentially supposed to hate each other until finals. You weren't supposed to be making out with him or feel the rush in your head whenever you caught his glance.

If anyone asked, you'd just say you were drunk. No one could blame you, practically every girl on your team wanted to fuck Yoongi. No one would blame you.

"He's looks pissed," Yoongi said, pulling away and resting his forehead on yours. You caught the smirk that was on his face and it only made you want him to fuck you again.

You turned your head and while your body was trapped by Yoongi's arm, you could still see Chan-woo glaring at the two of you and Ji-yoo's face was flushed, her hand on his bicep obviously trying to calm.

"That day in the gym. He was mad cause I wouldn't sleep with him...if...if he thought I was going to—"

Yoongi was dragging you down the hallway before you could even finish your sentence. His grip was firm as he led you towards the end of the hall and into an empty bedroom. You collapsed onto the bed that's sheets probably cost more than your entire bank account. You tried to stifle your laughter and the adrenaline that ran through your body, but failed as you giggled uncontrollably.

You flung the pair of black heels off your feet and they landed a couple feet away. You were glad to rid yourself of them, wishing you had just chosen to wear Jordan's with your dress. Sure, it would probably look odd, but it would be you.

Yoongi fiddled with the doorknob, attempting to lock the door, but instead finding the lock broken. He shrugged and threw his jacket on the pillows at the top of the bed. He laid down beside you and you couldn't help but want to huddle yourself against his warmth.

"He looked like he wanted to beat the shit out of you," you said. Yoongi hadn't bothered to turn on the light, so you were just staring up at darkness for the most part. But, you could make out Yoongi's face and form beside you.

"Let him," Yoongi said. "We wouldn't have a shot at finals without me."

You chuckled. Normally, you would view his comment as arrogant, but it was true. Without Yoongi's leadership, the team didn't have a chance of winning finals. And you knew Chan-woo knew too. It was the only reason Yoongi didn't have a black eye.

"I'd feel bad if he actually did it though," you said, the words falling from your lips before you fully registered them. The darkness made you bolder.

"He won't," Yoongi said. "And, even if he did, it'd be worth it cause I got to see his face when I kissed you." You felt Yoongi shift on the bed, his body coming to hover over your own. His forearms on either side of your head, supporting himself so that he didn't crush you. "And I got to kiss you."

He leaned down and brushed his lips against yours. They were barely there and you couldn't help but feel fluttering in your stomach as he pulled away.

"Yoongi, Ji-yoo's not going to see."

"Do you think that's the only reason I kissed you back?" he asked, his dark eyes trained on you. You could sense their disbelief as they raked across your features.

You stayed silent and Yoongi sighed. One of his hands rested on your hip and the other ran through your loose locks. His body was nearly flush against yours now and the weight of his body made you want to squirm.

"God, you look so pretty with your hair down." You were happy the room was dark and hid the blush that erupted across your cheeks. His breath was shaking as he spoke again. "Y/N, me and Ji-yoo have been on the rocks for a while now. Since before I slept with you. We were never good for each other. I liked the girl, but—"

Yoongi's lips attached to your neck and you lulled your head back, allowing him a larger canvas.

"But?" you asked, barely managing to get the word out.

"But, I like you more." His lips moved from your neck and to your exposed collarbones. Shivers ran down your spine and you lowered the straps on your dress, preparing to slide it off.

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Purr-haps I like you

Summary: You have a no pets policy where you live, but when you find a tiny kitten in a box on the side of the road, what can you do but bring it home with you? The only problem? The landlord who made the no pets rule, also happens to be your flatmate.

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: pure fluff; Flatmates au

Word count: 11.6k

Warnings: An abandoned cat; the cat gets ill at one point.

Authors Note: Pure fluff. Just Yoongi and a tiny kitten, what’s not to love? This is not a masterpiece by any means, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. As always, hope you’re having the best day!!

You are not drunk, but there is definitely a sway to your walk and you are pretty sure that if you did a breathalyser test right now, you’d fail. So, maybe you’re wrong, you probably are drunk. Yet, you continue down the street lit road towards your home. It wasn’t far away, only a few more roads and you’d be able to tuck yourself up in the comfort of your bed. You cannot wait.

It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy nights out with your work friends, in fact you loved going to them. It was more the fact that you couldn’t hack the late nights anymore. Gone are the days when you could stay up till God knows what time, drinking who knows how many drinks and then wake up still feeling fresh the next day. No, now you merely had to have a glass or two of wine and stay up an hour or two after you would normally be asleep, and the next day might as well be written off. You are getting old.

The thought almost makes you laugh out loud as you continue to walk down the street. God, maybe you are more drunk than you thought.

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tea for two  ;  kth

SUMMARY: Taehyung is keeping a secret from you and has been acting suspicious for a while. Can you really trust him or is it time to break things off?

―  POV: reader  ―  PAIRING: taehyung x reader. ―  RATING: m (18+), minors dni. ―  WORD COUNT: 3,732 words ―  GENRE/AU: one-shot, romance, established relationship, angst, fluff. ―  CONTENT WARNING: explicit language, suspected cheating, heated arguments, taehyung all secretive whats that all about, very emotional.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: my very first fic AAAAAAAA im kind of proud of this one but also super nervous lol i hope y’all like it! happy december 2nd everybody! also i’m new to using people’s personal tags, so if any of y’all know if there are more tags to be a menace to society in pls lmk thanks c:  if you like it pls consider reblogging as it helps show support<3 

BETA READER/S: @kookimonster​  ( i hope you know you owe me 27 words )

Maybe this was it. This was how it ended. A four year long relationship with the most beautiful man you’d ever laid your eyes upon. You should’ve known he’d be nothing but a heartbreak in disguise.

“I’m literally not jealous!” you spoke with that very same denied jealousy spilling over, increasing the volume of your voice. Desperately searching through your makeup bag to find.. something, anything that could distract you and act as an excuse not to look at him. Not like you’d seen much of him these past couple of weeks anyway. Something was off. You could feel it so deeply and truly in your heart that you could choke on pure emotion. 

“Sure,” Taehyung said sarcastically from the opposite side of the room, “You don’t seem jealous at all. My bad.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? I am not fucking jealous.”

“Oh, come on. You really think you can fool me? You’re a terrible liar.”

“Yeah? Well, maybe you should get off your high horse,” you aimed your words right back at him, keeping your glance fixated on the makeup bag. Hands still fiddling through the beauty products. There was a brief pause in the verbal combat you found yourself in. It almost gave you enough time to regret your indication of a superiority complex in Taehyung. You knew there’d never been such in him, but the words had been said. It was out there now. You had to just roll with it, be stubborn, be strong. 

“My high horse?” Taehyung expressed genuine confusion, “It’s you who refuses to tell me what the fuck is going on!”

This is when it escalated within you. Your heart beating faster, your cheeks getting warmer. This really wasn’t the time to start up a big argument. You had to be at his parents house in a couple of hours meaning you’d have to leave in just about 10 minutes. That wasn’t nearly enough time to confront him about his dishonest behaviour lately. He’d been texting her a lot, back and forth, emojis galore. He’d been meeting up with her.. At a coffee shop, he’d said. Sure. He’d even turned down a night out with his best friends. Suspicious.

“You are literally so stupid, Tae! So fucking stupid!” your voice cracked at the end of the sentence, revealing how fragile and weak you felt in this moment. You heard a frustrated sigh.

“Babe, please…” he softened up a bit.

“I really don’t wanna discuss this shit right now,” you brushed him off and grabbed a boring pink-ish lipstick to put on in a couple of swipes, pressing your lips together briefly, “Come on, we’re gonna be late.” You finally looked over at Taehyung.

Everything about him was perfect. Head to toe gorgeous, solid income, always one of the best dressed men in the room, and he loved you. Or so you’d thought. His brows were slanted downwards, eyes big and pleading. Looking guilty, in your opinion. Your eyes began to sting at the very back. Poor Jimin.

“Baby…” he breathed, voice soft and timid.

You exhaled. “Let’s just go.”

It had been difficult. Sitting there at the dinner table at his parents house, having to pretend everything was fine, being reminded of the dreams you’d shared nothing but a few months back. They’d teased you two, asking when you’d be tying the knot, and poked at Taehyung about why he hadn’t gotten down on one knee yet. Back then you’d just laughed it off, saying that you loved each other no matter if there were rings involved or not… but the sex that night had been more intimate and meaningful than before, and you knew. You both knew that this was the real deal, that you wanted what had been left unspoken. What had been merely hinted at in cheeky glances lovingly given to each other. There was no doubt in your mind that this is where you wanted to be; right there in his arms.

But that was in the past. Now you were sat in a car barely acknowledging one another, falling apart in deafening silence. There was nothing you wanted more in this world than to go back to when everything was good. Back to when you didn’t know what you knew now.

It was quiet the entire ride home. Not even the radio was on. Nothing but the sound of rain gently drumming on the roof of the car, and your heart shattered painfully slowly with every passing second. On paper it sounded like just another trip to the in-laws, eating a delicious dinner, chatting about daily life, and driving home again afterwards… but it wasn’t. The freezing cold air pierced at your skin as you exited the car. It was dark out already. December had never been generous with warmth nor light. Snow creaked underneath your feet as you walked up towards the apartment complex, failing to wait for your boyfriend to join you, missing his hand in yours but simultaneously hating the thought. 

Without sharing a single word, Taehyung met you at the front door and you went inside together. Shoes off, coats off.

“We, um…” Taehyung awkwardly attempted to start the conversation, “We should talk about what happened today.” 

Your heart sank. “What do you wanna talk about?”

“How about you actually start telling me what’s happening? Why are you so hostile with me all of a sudden? What have I done?” he bombarded you with questions, leaving you feeling despondent. 

“I think you know,” you dryly responded.

“See, but baby I don’t. That’s why I’m asking you.”

Feeling deprived of energy and any desire to continue this discussion, you simply shook your head at his antics, turning around on your heel heading for the living room. Taehyung followed suit.

“Why are you shaking your had at me? Baby, what did I do?” he sounded so genuine, but you knew better. He couldn’t expect you to not see through his little act of being oh so oblivious.

“What did you do?” you asked before turning around sharply, shooting daggers at him with your gaze. Taehyung stopped in his tracks. “Are you kidding me, Tae?”

Visibly confused he frowned. “No?”

You felt your jaw drop and with it hanging onto dear life from the disbelief, a smile formed upon your lips. The audacity this man had. “Um, does Yumi ring a bell?” you finally spoke up, Taehyung’s expression neutralising upon realising what this was about, “I know you’ve been texting. I have seen your phone light up from all those little notifications. She even sent you a ring emoji at some point? And Jimin had like sent some text I think, asking you if you’d fallen off the face of the earth or something like that. Do you think I’m stupid? Do you really think that I don’t know cheating when I see it?”

“Babe, stop it,” Taehyung harshly reacted when cheating was brought up.

“Did I stutter? She’s your best friend’s girlfriend, Tae! What the fuck!” you involuntarily raised your voice at him, feeling your insides twisting and turning, the knot in your stomach getting tighter and greater. You knew it was a matter of mere moments before it’d let go and you’d lose your battle against remaining stoic towards the pain.

“What? I know she’s my best friend’s girlfriend. Who do you think I am?” the volume of his voice matching yours.

“You’re not even denying it!”

“Fucking hell. No! No. No. No. I am not cheating on you,” he scattered his words all around, seeming messy and desperate, “Now how’s that for denying it?”

“How’s that for denying it? What are you, twelve?” you mocked his choice of words. This was getting out of hand, you were well aware of it, but there was anger inside of you that you needed to let out. A hurt you didn’t know what to do with. “I literally caught you, Tae.”

“Oh my god…” he mumbled to himself. Rude.

“You’ve had all the time in the world to tell me what’s going on, but you chose not to.”

“I can’t,” he sighed.

“You can’t? Or you won’t?” you challenged him, feeling more than fed up with his avoidant behaviour at this point and feeling your emotions clump in your chest. Eyes not leaving your boyfriend, you took him in; he seemed nervous, worried, maybe even a little hopeless. Was he gonna confess? After all, he couldn’t keep his act up for much longer. Only a fool would let their pride get in the way of being truthful. Surely he wasn’t that stubborn.

“I can’t.”

Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach. That was it. The last drop that proved too much for you and you felt your bottom lip start to tremble.

“I know how it sounds, but I promise you it’s not what it looks like.”

You scoffed at him. In complete disbelief and shock. ‘Not what it looks like’ was the very thing people said, when it was exactly what it looked like. You knew this. You’d dealt with cheaters before saying the same thing, and they’d all been lying.

“I can’t believe you’d do this to me… I really never thought-”

Your sentence was cut short by an unexpected sob clutching your throat. Instinctively you hurried your hands up to your face, covering it, hiding it. Hiding your pain, the hurt, the harm. Another sob choked by your hands, tears building up in your eyes at an alarming rate, the simplest task of breathing felt impossible. 

“Babe, I haven’t. I’m telling you,” he tried.

“Just shut up,” you sobbed, removing your hands and trying your best to steady your breathing, “I need to go.”

“What?” Taehyung’s voice sounded so small.

“I need to get out of here and just.. go for a walk or something, I don’t know,” your glance landed on your shoes in the entrance and you immediately walked towards them. You needed space. Lots of it.

“I’m-.. You’ll come back, right?”

You didn’t respond. Your only goal right now was to put on those shoes and leave.

“Babe?” he followed you out of the living room, “Babe, don’t do this. Please. I can’t. It’d just ruin everything.”

Another wave of tears were coming. Oh, he dared to speak as though being honest would ruin anything. As if his unfaithful ways hadn’t already wrecked everything. Trying to pin it on you, huh? Zoned out, you felt your head softly shake at his words. Disapproving of them. 

“I promised her I wouldn’t say anything. What do you want me to do?” he begged.

“Whatever,” you said and opened the door, “Let me leave.”

Slam.

The cold wind was ripping through your clothes, closing itself around your limbs, creating an army of goosebumps all over your skin. Snow was gathering on your shoes, the melted seeping through and soaking your socks. It was oddly peaceful. Not a single person in sight, not a single footprint in the snow that painted everything pristine white. It left you with plenty of room to collect yourself and deal with all that was going on inside you. What a pleasant surprise it was that the freezing cold helped you strip away any anxiety or fear, leaving you with nothing but the very core.

Was this really it? Was this really how it ended? A four year long relationship with the most beautiful man you’d ever laid your eyes upon. Perhaps you should’ve listened to him. He did beg for you to listen and you’d rejected him. Could there really be more to this story? More often than not it was a clear cut case. People lied to each other every day. Breaking trust, breaking hearts. Why should Taehyung be any different than any of the ones that came before him?

You wrapped your coat tighter around your body, starting to regret having gone for this silly walk. Your phone vibrated in your pocket for the 100th time, yet you did nothing to pick it up. You had no idea how long you’d been out in the snowy winter night, but your fingers gave you a clue. Fingers more like icicles at this point. The wind got stronger, playing with your hair, gently pushing you, warning you, telling you to go back home. Curling your shoulders up to your ears, you tried to shield yourself a little more from the crispy cold wind, but to no avail. Stubborn and protective of your trust, you kept arguing with yourself, not knowing whether to keep walking or turn around and go home. You wanted to feel warm again. Safe and comfortable.

And that’s when you saw it. A car that very much looked like Taehyung’s, same colour and everything. Forced to squint your eyes at the thousands of snowflakes coming your way in full force, you didn’t even bother trying to see who was behind the wheel. A sliver of hope appeared in your chest, wishing for it to be Tae.

Alas, the car passed you.

You missed him. Didn’t wanna be apart, didn’t wanna break up. You didn’t want any of this to be happening. Eyes watering, you found temporary comfort in the past. Back to when you’d first met him. You’d felt so confident, so independent. Like you didn’t need no man. Having just gotten out of a long string of terrible relationships with terrible people, one more toxic than the other, you had fully decided to not fall in love again. It had been going really well. You were advancing in your career, catching up with friends, going harder in the gym, you’d even gotten around to start a new hobby. With so much time to yourself, you’d honestly almost felt a sense of relief and freedom not having to be tied down and devoted to anyone but yourself.

All he did was crack a couple of jokes, ask about your day, and buy you a donut… Apparently that was all it took. A sob stumbled out of you. No, of course that wasn’t all. ‘Cause he’d shown you respect. Been patient. Understanding. He’d not just told you, but shown you that there wasn’t anything wrong with you. You weren’t unworthy of happiness or unlovable. You’d been too trusting of the wrong people, but he told you that you weren’t wrong or bad or stupid for putting your trust in others. The only ones wrong and bad and stupid were those who took advantage of that. And he’d said your name so overly cutely you’d laughed.

“Baby!” A voice you’d recognise anywhere boomed from behind you.

You turned around and him, he, your lover, your heart, your only wish came running to you. Thoroughly frozen, you walked towards him. You couldn’t run. Your feet were far too numb for that.

“Where’ve you been? I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” he sounded so worried, so concerned, and without hesitation, without thinking twice he threw his arms around you in such a warm embrace you only just now realised how dreadfully cold you were.

“God, you’re like ice,” he said and pulled back only enough so that he could look at you, the wind howling in your ears, “Let’s go home, okay? I promise I’ll explain everything. I don’t wanna break up. I wanna work this out.. okay?”

One of his strong hands held your cheek. You almost melted to the touch.

You nodded. “Okay.”

Warm water surrounded your ice blocks for feet, pushing a satisfied exhale up and out of your lungs. Your fingers were still tingling, stinging, and starting to swell up a bit. You’d been out there for longer than you thought. Three hours just walking around, ignoring his calls, lost in thought. Now here you were, in your kitchen, sitting on one of the dining chairs enjoying a foot bath and wrapped in a fleece blanket. Light jazz playing at a low volume. A serene moment in time.

“Want some tea?” he asked, face still heavy with everything you had said to him.

“Yeah,” you cleared your throat, “Thank you.”

It was calm. His tall posture standing by the kitchen counter, preparing tea for you both. Two cups, two spoons, two sugars. Like he’d done so many times before when you were sharing relaxing nights indoors, whether it be the most modest of tuesday evenings or a saturday with last minute cancelled plans. The muted sound of water filling up each cup, it hugged your soul. This was your happy place.. You wished with all your heart that his explanation was a good one.

“Here you go,” Tae placed your cup filled to the brim in front of you.

“Thanks,” you muttered, not grabbing it just yet. The translucent steam still ascending from the cup. You had to wait a little, but maybe that was okay too. Taehyung sat down close to you.

“So, um..” he awkwardly started out, his long fingers fiddling with the handle on his own cup, but his eyes never leaving you, “I haven’t told you, ‘cause I promised Yumi not to say anything to anybody.” Your ears perked up, anxious to hear what this whole secret thing was all about.

“She was afraid it’d come back to Jimin before she got to do it, and I’ve been helping her out like, looking at rings and Hoseok has been keeping Jimin company while I was with Yumi, so he wouldn’t get all suspicious,” he failed to get to the actual point.

“Okay?” you tried to follow along.

“I’m gonna tell you.. ‘cause I don’t wanna risk losing you over something so silly that-that has nothing to do with us,” his brows knotted together, clearly feeling bad about going against his own promise to Yumi, “But you can’t say anything, okay? It’s a secret. It’ll spoil everything.”

“What is it?” you leaned forward, so excited to hear what the secret was that you’d almost forgotten how angry you’d been with him just a few hours earlier. Taehyung sighed heavily.

“She’s gonna.. propose to him.”

You gasped. Jaw dropped and hand up to cover your mouth.

“Yes! Yes, but shh, okay?” he couldn’t hold back a small smile, tickled by your adorable reaction to the news.

“Oh my god,” you whispered for no good reason seeing as it was just you and Tae in the room alone. You couldn’t believe it. They’d been together for not much longer than you guys and now was finally their time. You knew how restless Jimin had been to get married, you knew how great those two were together, and oh gosh Yumi in a wedding dress? Your hand moved to place flat on your chest.

“Now it all makes sense,” you said, thinking back at the ring emojis and Jimin asking why he hadn’t hung out with Tae for a while, “Oh wow.. they’re really getting married?”

“Yes,” he nodded, “But you can’t say anything. Okay?”

“Babe, why would I say anything?”

“Oh come on, we both know you can’t keep a secret to save your life. You’re a terrible liar!” his bright, goofy laugh filled the room.

“Um, rude,” you joked, “I can totally keep a secret!”

“Well, now you kind of have to, don’t you?” he stated the unfortunate reality, “Otherwise Yumi is gonna roast me like a rotisserie chicken. She’ll murder me.” You’d truly never been the best at keeping secrets. If it wasn’t your words disobeying you and blabbering without permission, it was your face. You wouldn’t be able to keep it together if you saw Jimin, face bound to display too much excitement. Maybe it wasn’t completely wicked not to have told you.

“Okay, okay, I promise I won’t say anything,” you teased with a little eyeroll.

“Good.”

And you smiled at each other again. Any bits and pieces of ice left in your heart had melted away. All this stress for nothing. Tae’s smile faded.

“I’m sorry, baby. I should’ve told you.”

“No, please. It’s okay,” you cut him off before he could say any more, “I get it. I know I’m a shit secret-keeper.”

“I’m not gonna fight you on that.” He reached out and took your hand in his, tender as always. His fingers intertwining with yours. “But I should’ve told you earlier today. You were stressed and I wasn’t listening.”

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, giving his hand a little squeeze, “I wasn’t listening either. I was set on the worst case scenario without talking to you. Got a bit dramatic, didn’t it?”

“That’s okay. We were both a equally stupid,” he smiled lightly.

“Still. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okaaay,” Tae said cutely and he leaned over to plant a kiss on your lips. And another. And another. Soon your lips were moving together like waves on the open ocean, eyes fully closed. His warm tongue slipping past your lips, meeting yours. This was it. This was the true meaning of safety. To love and be loved. To trust and be trusted. Oh, how important communication was. How silly misunderstandings could be. And as he pulled away, even if just the slightest, you opened your eyes and saw nothing more, nothing less than your future.

“What d’you say we take this to the bedroom?” he cheekily suggested and wiggled his eyebrows. You giggled.

“Hmm, sounds tempting,” you hummed.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“I even have a pair of pre-heated socks ready for you,” he teased. Joyfully you snickered, before pressing another peck to his lips.

“That’s genuinely very sexy of you,” your words were almost muffled by how close you were, your mouths nothing but a breath apart, “How did I land you?”

“Maybe you should lock me down too.”

Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes met. Nothing more needed to be said. It’s not like it hadn’t crossed your mind, but it wasn’t something you had actively been thinking about.. not till now at least. Now that he’d mentioned it. Suggested it even.

“What about the tea?” you asked.

“Hm?” Taehyung raised his eyebrows before turning his head to look at the two cups still completely filled, untouched, forgotten about entirely. His mouth pulled up into a smile and he looked back at you. “Ah, it won’t go anywhere.”

His lips seductively brushed against yours.

“It’ll be there when we come back.”

oh, and these are all platonic pairings btw, just fyi.

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Poison Apple

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Fem Reader ; Min Yoongi x Fem Reader

AU: Yandere!au, Moneylender!Taehyung 

Genre: Angst, Mature, Smut

Warnings: NON CON, Hard Yandere behavior, forced witness, kidnapping, implied forced pregnancy, emotional abuse, violence, voluntary starvation, degradation and physical abuse, manipulation, profanity, smut, blood, knives, guns, and murder. 

Word count: 22.23k

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction and I do not condone any of the actions of the characters in this fiction. This is to be treated as pure fantasy, and should not be misconstrued to be demeaning the idols in any way. If any of the above warnings cause you discomfort, kindly refrain from reading. 

This is a non-consensual setting, please proceed only if you are not triggered by the warnings. I repeat, please be sure to read all the warnings carefully.

 Author’s note:  This is the longest fic I’ve ever written. I’ve been mulling it in my head for years now. Please don’t come at my throat, it is non-con yandere. Enjoy!

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GOT IT II

“GOT IT: II”

Genre: Secret Agent (AU), Enemies to Lovers, Travelling with KTH (who doesn’t want to?), Angst, Action, Fluff.

Synopsis: After the previous event, you lost your credibility and reputation from your job as an agent. Desperate to regain back your honor and prominence from the underground business, you accepted a difficult job to transport an article to 3 different countries. The catch? You’re not supposed to know what it is.

Word count: 8,787k

“Mister Müller” you approach the man sitting from the al fresco café.

“Miss Y/L/N, please sit.” He folded the newspaper before him. He called the waiter and ordered for a coffee refill “…and one sweet latte for the lady” he smiled at you.

“What makes you think I like my coffee sweet?” you raised an eyebrow as you slowly take off your sunglasses and lay it down the table. You looked at the name tag of the person taking Mr. Müller’s order. “Fred, One Americano for this lady. Make it two shots of espresso. Thanks”

Mr.Müller sips from his cup and staring at you for a good few seconds “Even until now, you won’t back down from a non-existent competition?”

“With you?” you chuckled “Please, there’s nothing to compete” your coffee finally arrived, you said your thanks to Fred, and slowly sipped from the cup.

“I meant with Kim Taehyung” he continued. You stiffened. It’s been a year since that mishap happened. You once venerated his ingenuity, yet now, you resented his existence. It’s not that you wanted something terrible happen to him, it’s just that you didn’t like to see him ever again. Not even a mention of his name.

Mr.Müller laugh from his seat while watching you evidently disturbed. “I’m sorry for stirring a nerve.” You shift from your seat and crossed your legs. “I know that ever since that event, your clients declined. From what was once a celebrated agent, you have been reduced as a what again?” he laughed midway “a private investigator for rich wives with a cheating husband?”

“Why don’t we cut to the chase, hm?” you put your cup down and fold your arms.

“Mr.Singh, I’m sure you’ve heard of him.” Your eyes widened at the sound of his name. Of course, you do. He is one of the most influential businessmen around the globe, and to work with him in the underground business seems to be like Midas touch. Every business seems to flourish afterwards.

“Yeah, what about?” you kept your cool, but you were eager to accept the job, whatever it is, if Mr. Singh is involved. You’re already desperate to stop renting dirt cheap basement apartments and eating convenient store chips as snacks. You would rather bask on a caviar filled canapes again, sitting in a balcony with the most coveted view of the city.

“Mr. Singh wants you to transport something from here, in Amsterdam down to Costa Brava, Spain.” There was a moment of silence. Transporting a thing from one destination to another is already difficult, but to transport it from three places? What was it that he wants across?

“What’s in it for me?” you gaze at your cup aimlessly and took another sip.  You took your sweet time to wait for his answer but he didn’t utter a word. You then wiped your lips with the table napkin, now stained with your lipstick “And why me?” you finally looked at him, unsmiling. You learned the hard way not to trust anyone too easily anymore, thanks to him.

“Besides, recovering from your credibility and reputation? well the money… “ he smirked “the money is quite handsome. We picked you because we know how delicate you are in handling a very sensitive article. You could say we love your work ethic and the fact that you even put a ribbon on top of it for your every client” you chuckled at his fanciful overstatement.

“Please, you underestimate my attraction to money. Of course, I take pride on what I do. Normally I like the chase than being chased, but who doesn’t love a challenge, right?” You paused for a bit “But I’d be damned if I wouldn’t know what kind of thing I’ll be transporting?” you opened your purse, grab on to your lipstick and pocket mirror for a retouch.

“Not knowing now is part of the pay. I’m pretty sure we’ll be having a great difficulty with the deal right now if you were to know.” He took something from his briefcase which was resting underneath the table.

“These are the files you need to study. We also included a map. We pointed out several spots if you needed some places to stop. It’s a long journey and it will definitely suck the life out of you if you aren’t too careful. We need it whole, and we needed it working and thriving. Don’t fuck it up.” He finally stood up from his sit and left you on the table.

You furrowed your eyebrow at the thought of hearing him say “we needed it working and thriving” what did he meant by that?

Part of your study involved knowing who to elude, but you took it further. You try to find out more: more individuals who might be involved and more individuals who might not want to be involved. You needed to ascertain your accomplishment and avoid the same mistake you made year ago at all cost. You calculated possible scenarios and sketch out several plans to ensure your success in every way. You needed to show Mr. Singh you are worthy and that you are more than capable.

On the night before your meeting with Mr. Müller’s men, you made sure that you reviewed the place of the empty warehouse well. You memorized all the corners of the street, equipped yourself with light but deadly artilleries (such as guns, knives and even daggers) all hidden underneath your dress, just in case you needed a quick escape.

You parked your car at the front building, and flashed your head lights thrice. They did the same, signaling that the coast is clear and the article is ready for your delivery.  You slowly went out of your car and surveyed the site from your position.

You counted in your head: 1, 2, 3. There are 3 snipers waiting above the building. 1, 2… 2 armed men on the front of the warehouse.

Walking further, the 2-armed men finally opened the overhead door for you. You return to count: 3, 4, 5, 6… 6 more armed men and a sedan car inside the warehouse. You carefully approached them and kept a level-head, yet you tucked both of your hands inside of your coat pockets which contained your hidden pistol and a knife.

Thankfully you didn’t need to use any of it as they welcome you despite being hostile. They opened the car door of the sedan for you and tossed you its key. “What am I going to do with my car? Leave it here? And drive with this instead?” you tried to make light of the situation but no one was laughing.

You cleared your throat to fuse out the awkward silence, and sat on the driver’s seat. You examined the car: its type and its features. You took a mental note on the things to use during an emergency and the things to use for indulgence. “What’s inside?” you tilt your head to point out the compartment. You wanted to know the contents and the danger of having to drive with it on the back.

“Oh, just…” they opened the compartment and you suddenly hear someone muffle scream. You quickly went out from your seat to check.

There’s a bloodied man inside the compartment, his hands and feet tied together with a sack on his head, frantically wriggling. “Jesus! What the…?!” You opened the sack to see who it was.

He stopped wriggling, then his eyes widened.

“Taehyung?” You froze. Just what trouble did he gotten into?

You manage to convince them to move him from the compartment up to the passenger seat.  As he sat down, Taehyung quickly recoiled from so much pain. His right shoulder was clearly injured from a gunshot. Your initial reaction was to take him to the nearest hospital, but the men insist that you take him somewhere else. “It’s dangerous to take him to public places, Mr. Singh needed him alive.”

“How do you keep someone alive from a gunshot?” pointing at Taehyung “What the hell did you do to him?”

Suddenly your phone rang. It was Mr. Müller “Is this the reason why you won’t tell me what I’ll be taking to Costa Brava? It’s Kim Taehyung?” you demanded explanation from the person at the end of the line.

“Hello Ms. Y/N” he just said. You scoffed “Does this seem like a joke Müller?”

“First of all, yes. If you found out what you’ll be carrying early on, would you even agree? Second, no. If it wasn’t for me, Mr. Kim Taehyung would be dead by now. We were lucky enough to find him here, albeit the situation. One of Mr. Ong’s men followed him here and Bang!”

You went to his seat and check the degree of his injury. You were relieved that it was not fatal nor was it bad enough to make him permanently infirm. You concluded from the look of his wound that it was done by small pistol, barely lethal but enough to slow him down. Although if this is left untreated, he might just die from infection instead.

Mr. Singh continued “Ever since that incident, many businessmen were furious with the trouble you two created, they wanted him dead. Only a few though needed him to remain alive, Mr. Singh included. Considering that he is carrying something rather fascinating” you looked at his watch.

“Hey!” you called Taehyung. “Do you have something this loser want?” Taehyung chuckled even in pain, and nodded.

“Another information Müller?” you asked. “Yes” he agreed.

You laugh at the ludicrous situation “Then why include Taehyung in the deal?”

“Safety” he replied. Bullshit. It was clear as day. They wanted Taehyung silenced, but alive. Just how much does this man know that riled up the whole world from the underground? Eager to find him dead or alive?

“And move 3 countries?” you secured your phone from your shoulder as you went to your car and moved your things to the other.

“Mr. Singh wants to take Mr. Kim on a Spanish cruise, have a little chit-chat there”

“Mm, right” you snickered, not buying it. You took the map from your purse. “Where’s the nearest doctor you know? You said you wanted him alive.”

You haven’t had your dinner, but you were too preoccupied to remember your own needs. Müller directed you to this private clinic downtown. So now you watch Taehyung from the bed, fresh out of surgery.

“W-water…” he asked weakly, clearly drugged from anesthesia. You slowly helped him up and let him sip from your water bottle.

“He’s one lucky man” said the doctor. He was old but not fragile. His hair already white and balding due to age. He sounded, presumably as you deduced, an Asian immigrant. “Bones are still intact, not one bit shattered. Someone must be a poor aimer” he laughs at his own remarked.

“But his muscles were burned by the gun blast. I managed to stitch it good. Just give him these medicines when the effect of anesthesia subsides, but only when the pain is unbearable. Don’t feed him food with too much sugar and salt, bad for muscle recovery. Never ever put any pressure on his wound, very delicate. Give it about 10 days or more.” He gave you a prescription paper and box filled with different pills. Cocktails of pills from oxycodone, anti-inflammatory, pain relievers, NSAIDs and etc.

“Can’t we stay here a little longer?” you pleaded.

“I’m sorry, but I can only let you two stay here before dawn.” You clearly understood the situation, and the position that you two just put him in. You didn’t bother to contest any more. “Thank you” that was all you could ever reply.

From time to time, you made a quick run from convenience stores, clothing stores and stopped by gasoline stations to wash and dress Taehyung who is clearly weak to even move.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” he struggled from his seat while you pulled his shirt up.

“Changing your dressing. C’mon arms up!”

“Ah!” He tried to move his injured arm up

“The last time you are up, this close, you sat on my lap and unbuttoned my shirt. Do you find joy in undressing me?” His eyes followed you. You finally took off his shirt and observed his injury “Like what you see?” he asked as you rolled your eyes at the sight of his boxy grin. It used to be cute but that doesn’t work on you any longer.

Yet you paused and realized that there were a few changes on his appearance. His hair is now permed and overgrown, his chest and arms increased in muscle size, and his skin now a little tanned.

“Sorry to break it to you buddy, but no dancing will occur today. Besides, I’m not one-bit aroused dressing up a frail man.” You raised your eyebrow as you steadily clean his injury with sterile water, dry towel and fresh bandages. “Is the anesthesia still working on you?” you taped the bandage gently, making sure that there was no any untoward pressure.

He breathed heavy from the pain. “I think I am starting to feel…” You took your purse to look for the pills. He watched you hastily burrow from it, unsure what to give.

“Y/N” suddenly the warmth of his palms rested on the back of your hand. “I can manage.”

You quickly swathed it away and out from your touch. “Tell me when you need it. I’ve got good 15 of them. We need to ration these until we get to Costa Brava” you sat back from the driver’s seat and turned back the engine on. You left the station infuriated, while you saw Taehyung smiling from his seat on your rear-view mirror.

You arrived in Belgium, a few hours later, and stopped by Bruges City. You parked the car on the side of the street, and winced in pain. You were feeling it since yesterday and felt fine the next, but the pain suddenly made a comeback. You definitely do not welcome it; you need to focus on the task at hand.

Stirred from his sleep, he sat back up, worried to see you grimace and your face turning pale. “Y/N, you are not alright.” He moved from his seat to check your temperature. “You’re burning up!” he picked up your purse from the backseat and look for the pills inside.

You shake your head. “Stop, that’s for you.” You flinched and clutched on to your midsection. Was it because you failed to eat dinner? But that’s nothing compared to the hunger you felt when you were just starting this job. You were trained to endure. Yet this somehow felt different and worst.

“Y/N, we won’t arrive to Costa Brava if you don’t take one.” He was right. He quickly spots the proper pill to give. “Here, take this and my bottle. Drink slowly”. Suddenly you felt it. Down below.

He wiped your sweat with a tissue “There’s a restaurant open. We need to eat our breakfast.” pointing from your window. “It’s fine, just um…” You swallowed “You go. Let me stay here inside for a bit” you protest. Not moving from your sit.

He suddenly laughed. “What? Are you letting me off easily? I could always take a cab from here and leave you again for good.”

“Look, just buy me a sandwich and don’t leave!” you stressed. He sighed and left the car.

Unexpectedly, you felt your car door opened. Taehyung pulled you up from your seat with his free- hand. “Taehyung!” You exclaimed. It was then revealed. A blob of red mark from your seat. You didn’t expect your period to come.

Although, your cycle was irregular, you did not give much attention to it since it was the least of your priorities. You have not dated anyone for so long, nor have you been sexually active. You were exceedingly engaged in work.

You look away too embarrassed to say anything. You quickly sat back from your seat.

“Just lea…” you were interrupted, when he said “I’ll go get your sandwich. Wait here.” He ran

“Taehyung…” you called. He stopped to look back at you. “Don’t worry I’ll come back”

He did come back. He came back with an egg sandwich and their famous Belgian hot chocolate. One for you and for him. Just the right meal for a hormonal woman like you.

You wouldn’t admit it, but you were grateful for him. “Oh, and sorry if I am clueless but…” he pulled out stuff from the paper bag from his seat and showed you several types of napkins: day pads, night pads, napkins with wings, napkins without wings and tampons in different sizes.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Here I am, paid to look out for you, but now…” you sighed.

“You are welcome” he cut you in and smiled. He knew you didn’t want to tell him and you didn’t have to. He wouldn’t want to make it hard for you to say it. But he said it too perfectly.

You look away and tried to hide your blush from the steam of your cup, hoping he won’t notice.

Click! You quickly turned to face him “What was that?” you asked him.

“What was what?” he turned to look at you.

“I heard a clicking noise…” you looked around and he did the same.

“Hm, I didn’t hear anything.” His eyebrow creased.

You look at the window and on the side mirrors of the car. No one. But you can’t be too complacent so you left immediately to stay somewhere else.

You parked at a nearby bridge, overlooking the canal and houses built beside it. Houses with manicured garden, flowers in different colors a top on each window, and ever-greens creeping above its walls.

You cleaned yourself at a restaurant’s comfort room, while Taehyung insisted to wait outside. You were surprised when you saw him in the car, wiping your seat clean when you were away.

“Hey! Stop! That’s… please don’t add more shame to my list” you ran towards him.

“It’s fine. This is normal right? I mean women have this each month. Nothing new, it’s probably similar to men. You know when testosterone is just overwhelming and they leave their--”

“Shut it!” You didn’t want to hear it. He chuckled.

Both of you finished your meal in silence, while staring at the reflection of the sun glimmering on the canal. You looked at Taehyung and found his mouth full, with bread crumbs all over his mouth. You found it adorable. “Would have tasted better if this is coffee” you said sipping from your cup. He frowned. “Sorry if I didn’t keep my promise”

You looked far, watching the boat passed by from the canal. “You didn’t promise me anything. You don’t have to. People come and go” you downed on what was last left inside of the cup. He wiped his mouth with a tissue, but he just fell silent.

You went back inside the car turned on the engine, he followed momentarily.

Several hours later, you finally arrived in France, now driving around the highway of Provence. The road was already dark. Despite drinking few bottles of Red Bull, you still found your eyes slowly dropping.

“Y/N!” Taehyung yelled. “Sh— what?” you held back from the stirring wheel. “Stop the car!” he commanded. “In the middle of the road, during the night, you want me to stop the car right here?” you sneered at him.

“I know our job is pretty dangerous, but I still want to live another day. Let me drive.” He ordered “Are you crazy? With one hand? You think I’d live to see another day with you driving right now?” you scoffed. “I’m driving!” you declared.

“Look, you are tired and clearly at your limit. Why don’t we parked the car somewhere and take a rest?” he suggested.

“Here, in the middle of nowhere? Look around Taehyung, have you seen any lodging? Any house around? Fields! Fields everywhere! It’s too risky to sleep out in the open!” you raised.

“Better than seeing you fall asleep while driving. Can you just please swallow your pride for one moment and just rest?!” he finally snapped. You took a deep breathe. He was right. You needed it.

You drove a bit far from the highway. Right on to someone’s field. You parked the car beside a lone willow tree.

Taehyung quickly opened his car seat and walked out. Was he mad? You pulled out and followed him. “Hey wait, where are you going?”

“Look around you Y/N. Does it look like I am going anywhere?” he said leaving you far behind.

You looked around you but it was too dark to see. It was uncalled for, but the thought made you laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” his voice became stern.

“I looked around but I couldn’t see a thing, Taehyung.” You bit your lip, trying not to add more fuel to the fire.

He looked up, and conceded. You were right indeed. Everything was too dark to see. Both of you burst into laughter.

It smelled faintly floral yet soothing. Taehyung lied down under the tree. You followed. Thankfully, you packed enough clothes for this trip. You were able to change in to sweaters and a tight-fitting jean, so you sat comfortably beside him under the willow tree.

“Sorry about earlier. You are right” you brushed your hands together, creating heat from friction. You looked at Taehyung, unbothered at the dim and coldness of the area. He shut his eyes. “Are you giving me the cold treatment? I said I’m so—” “I know. I heard.”

“I just….” He made a long sigh. “Do you even get tired? How often can we just lie down under a tree and not worry about tomorrow?”

You chuckled “What? You’re eloquent when I’m tired.” You slowly lied down too.

Suddenly you found yourself in awe, staring at the sky. Stars glimmering right before you. You lift up your hand and reached up for them aimlessly.

“Y/N” he murmured.

“Yeah?” You turned to him.

You noticed that his eyes were gazing back at you. “If you weren’t working like this, would we even get to meet each other?”

You shrugged. “What’s with that question?” you were left flustered. You looked away, trying to hide your reaction. What is he trying to do? Is he trying to get in to your head again?

“Just a random one.” He turned away at the same time and looked at the stars. “Aren’t we all lost at some point? I mean look at us. Caught around trouble”

“Aren’t we looking for one? It’s part of the job that we signed for…” you replied. You took a quick glance back and bit your tongue. You realized how serious he was, so you decided to finally respond properly to his query “I don’t know. Maybe. It’s not like you’d be glad to meet me… Either way, I always cause trouble.”

“Would be a nice introduction though? I’ll gladly be your friend and a willing partner” he chuckled. “Have you ever wondered why…”

“Oh, are we starting this ‘Ever Wonder’ game?” you chuckled

“Wait, listen to me, this is of great importance, because I can’t help but wonder why” he put his abled-hand on the back of his head and rest on it.

“Ever wonder why the sky is blue?” you interject.

He clicked his tongue and looked displeased because you cut him in “Ever wonder what it feels like to make out with the air?” he continued.

You burst in to laughter. “I never gave it a thought, but ---” you broke again to laughter. “Yeah, thanks for giving me something to think about…”

“Ever wonder why we poop out of our butts and not from our feet?” he resumed. You found yourself almost gasping for air from laughing.

“That’s terrible to look at!” you exclaimed. “Can you just imagine stepping literally on our own crap? Not needing to take off our underwear any longer, seems convenient to me” he shrugged and smiled, quite proud at his own contemplation.

“But then people suffering from athlete’s foot will have it harder…” you quipped.

“The smell!” you said together, and both of you laugh at the notion. “Oh, what a horrible life for that person to be living!” he gagged.

You slowly break from your laughter “Maybe not as horrible as this…”

He too fell silent. “What made you take this job?”

You shrugged “Money.”

“Obvious reason. What’s the other?” he furrowed his eyebrow and looked at you intently, as if trying to extract answers just by gazing. You stared back, not backing down. “Ugh! I give up!” he moved his back and lied comfortably to the ground as he stared back to the sky.

“…at least that’s what I would like everyone to know.” You gave in. “I grew up to be always second best. I followed everything my dad wants, and still, I’m no better. Tried everything… from playing the piano, leader camps, science club, and taking a law degree that I didn’t even like…and yet I still fail to be his ideal daughter” your croaked, not wanting to let him show any sign of weakness.

“So, I quit. Found this job one day and realized I made better money than any damn lawyers or politicians around… at least before I met you” you snorted.

“I didn’t know you went to law school?” he blinked.

“Why? You doubt my intelligence?”

“Pretty much, didn’t I just outsmart you then?” he turned to face you and winked.

You grind your teeth. “If your friend Park Jimin wasn’t that attractive, I wouldn’t have paid much attention to him. Should have known earlier he’s just one of your diversion” you scowled sourly.

He laughs. “Oh yeah? Handsome Jimin’s fault huh? Were you lucky enough to see his abs?”

“Just a preview” you flicked your hand to air. “If you weren’t an agent, what would you be by now?”

He smiled. “If I tell you, you promise you won’t laugh?”

You forced out a laugh then you agreed. “Alright, game. What is it?”

He smiled…

An hour later, you two found yourselves talking about your cousins and his. Comparing who did naughtier things than the other.

“I can’t believe you bribed your little cousin with candy? And you have him take the blame for breaking your aunt’s precious jar” You gasped. He nodded. Pleased to know that he emerged as the naughtiest.

“I suddenly remember my sister and my cousin, they used to listen to this track on repeat when we were younger.” You chuckled midway. “Since the player was broken, they made me pivot the cassette tape using pencil several times! I couldn’t complain how tired they’re making me… they were older. What was it again?” you looked up, trying to figure the name of the track again. “It was ‘Kiss Me’ by Sixpence None the Richer” you nodded. “Yeah, that’s it” you giggled.

“That’s awful of them, using their ‘Elder Card’ to boss around a poor little girl.” He pouts.

“Oh, it’s fine. I actually love the song too. I didn’t know what it was back then. What kiss meant…” you lowered your head, a bit shy to continue.

“Unbelievable! After what you did to me last year?” he retorted.

“We never…Look, that was last year okay? Move on!” you chuckled. “Anyway, I’ve always fancied sharing a kiss with someone. You know, like in the movies. The things they do back in the late 90’s? When the girl jumps and the guy catches her. Then, he’d extend her up like this” you motioned “as they both lean on for a kiss” you shut your eyes and puckered your lips mindless. You giggled at the idea.

“I don’t know about that. It’s pretty tedious and elaborate.” He frets. “Silly, I’m not asking you! It’s just… when it happens, it happens. Oh, and that song must be playing on the background too!” You chuckled then slowly rubbed your neck and smiled, slightly embarrassed at your own declaration.

He grinned. “I’ll take a mental note of that…”

You swiftly turned to him, stunned. “Hm, you going to copy my idea? Do it for someone? Psh, must be one lucky girl”

“Who knows, it might just be you…” He yawned and finally shuts his eye. You chuckled, as you did the same.

At Sunrise, Taehyung was the first one to wake up. He found your head resting on his chest and thankfully far away from his injury. He smiled, at the sight. Earlier on the trip, you two were constantly bickering, fighting over trivial things, teasing each other without anyone giving in. Who would’ve thought that taking a nap under the willow tree would change everything in a flash?

He stayed still for a bit, just watching you sleep. Until he checked out that time from his phone and tried to wake you up from your slumber. “Y/N…”

“Nnhh…”

“Y/N…wake up… we need to get going…”

“Wha--?”  you slowly opened your eyes. He chuckled, realizing the coldness he felt from his shirt happens to be your own drool.

“Y/N, we need to get going. We have a schedule to follow, remember? We’re almost there.” He said softly as he smiled at you.

“Sh--, ah! You’re right!” you quickly stood up. He followed.

“Wow! Are you seeing this?” he turned around. “That explains why we’ve been smelling something floral all night. We are in a lavender field!”

You looked around, as your eyes slowly widened. He was right. In front of you was a valley full of lavender, all swaying gently with the cool morning breeze. You smiled, you turned to face Taehyung, but he wasn’t there.

“Taehyung?” you suddenly heard the engine start.

“Hop in loser, we’re going Costa Brava” he stuck his head out from the driver’s window.

“Get out! I’m driving!” you demanded. He grinned and shook his head and mouthed the word ‘No’.

“Taehyung, this is not child’s play. I’m driving alright? You’re hurt!” you gestured him to move out from the driver’s seat. He didn’t listen, in fact he just stepped on the gas, all ready to leave you unless you agree.

You could see his laughter from the car’s side mirror. “Hey! You! Ah, really! Stop! Ah!” you ran to follow the car.

He finally slowed down, and opened the passenger’s seat for you. “Fine. But when we arrive Montpellier, I’m driving!” you ceded.

“Make me.” he snickered, teasingly. You sneered in return. It was great to see you two back at it again.

You were proven wrong. Taehyung could still drive, even when he steered the wheel with one hand, his driving was actually smooth. You then learn that Taehyung is ambidextrous.

“My dominant hand is actually my left, so if that guy who shot me hit me here?” He paused “Then I wouldn’t have the courage to drive for you right now” he explained.

“Mm, interesting. Now can you please give me back the wheel?” you said pursing your lips. He just beamed.

He reached out his right hand to turned on the radio. “Oh! I love this song!”

“Taehyung! Your right arm, don’t move it!” You reminded him.

“Okay, can you please raise the volume for me then?” he grinned at the rear-view mirror. You rolled your eyes and raised the volume for him.

♬ “We live, and we lie, and we fall, and we fly, We win, and we lose, So for now, let's all enjoy this view” ♬  he sang. Moving his head to the beat.

“Hey Y/N, can I borrow your baseball cap? My hair is kind of sticking out. Hard to see” you rolled your eyes, as you reached out for your black cap laid on the backseat and placed it on his head.

“Ah, move the visor from my back” he complained

“I had it! God, you are so annoying!” you shot at him and yet you still did it for him.

“Can I… also please, borrow your sunglasses? It’s hurting my eyes” he asked you gently this time while he narrowed his eyes. You grunt. He was clearly testing your patience.

Both your windows were open, you snuck your head out a little, letting the air brushed your hair. You tuck your hair behind your ears and squint your eyes when you felt  the rays of the sun fell on your lids. Slowly, you closed it.

Immersed at the present. You let the breeze and the warmth of the morning sun permeate from your skin. You smiled at the faint scent of morning dew and…

You opened your eyes to find your forehead suddenly wet. You blot it with your fingertips.

“Bird poop!” Taehyung laughed. You frowned.

You were supposed to feel disgusted, but with Taehyung around? Everything didn’t seem to matter. He laughed. You did too.

♬ “Life can be so amazing, If we stop all the chasing, Good times are always waiting, So take a look around, And you'll never see them wasted”♬ the song continued.

You fell asleep on the way to Montpellier. You got to hand it to Taehyung, not only was he skilled for driving one hand, but he was so smooth that you were shocked to find out he sped up while you sleep after he realized you two were being followed. Nevertheless, he manages to lose them.

You started the argument by saying how careless he was, by telling him your “what ifs” scenarios.

“That can get both of us killed!” you yelled. He wouldn’t admit his fault, so you start babbling again. You two continued to quarrel until both of you were too tired.

It drained the two of you so much, that it left you both immediately famished. So, upon arriving, you two grab the first food you saw in the city.

You rolled your eyes in ecstasy. “Normally, I don’t eat baguette because it tastes like soft clay. But this, this has got to be the best tasting baguette my entire life!” you cried.

“I never knew you like eating soft clay?” He chuckled. You grinned, as the two of you lay the argument to rest, eternally forgotten.

Taehyung insist to look around the town for a bit. “Besides we are early on the schedule. We got a little time…” he pleaded. You waved your hand to show you’ve agreed.

He was lost in awe. Around the French architecture, old houses that dated back to the 1800s, more French bread and a creamy gelato. He pleaded to make one last stop.

“St. Pierre Cathedral? But it’s too…” you almost protest, yet he gave you a persuasive look you can’t resist. “Fine, let’s make it quick!” both of you finished the gelato and went inside.

You were about to say it’s a bad decision to agree, but you found yourself adrift in wonder. The cathedral was full of gothic paintings, walls intricately designed, the high-ceiling filled with colored glass windows, and golden chandelier dangling from above.

You turned to Taehyung, only to lose him again from your sight. “Taehyung?” you shifted. There were few tourists around and parishioners praying on the pew. “Taehyung?” you look around, trying to find him.

You surveyed the pew, and the crowd full of tourists around the Lépine Organ, even outside the entrance door. No Kim Taehyung. You were starting to get anxious. You shook your head. Did he leave you again? Outsmarted you? How stupid can you be for letting him loose?

You went back inside, trying to collect yourself and think hard. Where can Taehyung be? He couldn’t leave that far. You have the car keys. Then there…

His back at the front of the altar.

He slowly turned around, and found you too amidst the crowd, smiling.

Thud. Thud.

You realized your heart was starting to beat fast. Mindlessly, you walked along the aisle. Towards the man who was waiting you there.

Thud. Thud. “Taehyung. Kim Taehyung!” hastily you reached for him. He held your hand “Hey, I’m okay. Why are you crying?” he asked you worriedly. You were? Then it dawned on you that your cheeks are damp. You were crying.

“Don’t do that again! I thought that you tricked me! I thought you left! I thought you ran away and …” you hit his chest, avoiding though his injury. He chuckled. “Y/N… I’m right here. I won’t leave. I was waiting for you… I was waiting for you here.” He said softly.

“God! Ugh!” you wiped your own tears. How did he made you cry? You looked away and murmured “I hate you, Kim Taehyung”

He heard. You start to wonder if you ever mean it, because it was starting to feel contradictory, but you should.  You should mean it.

Just a few hours, after dusk, you finally arrived to your destination. Tossa De Mar, a town in Costa Brava.

You two arrived a day early from schedule, so you decided to spend time on the beach by tomorrow and celebrate the final day of your mission.

You booked two rooms in two different hotels. One as your resting place and one as a decoy. You wanted to make sure both of your safety while you two rest during the night. You left Taehyung in the shower, while you sat on the balcony enjoying the coastal air.

“I’m done! Your turn!” he announced, wearing a robe while brushing his hair with a towel. You narrowed your eyes and just stared at him. You tilt your head to point him out of the room.

“Oof! That’s harsh! You think I…” he opened his mouth in disbelief. “Sure, but if you lose me again. Not my fault okay?” you pulled out a handcuff from your bag.

He raised his eyebrow “Kinky” he snickered. “Fine, you won’t be needing that. I’ll just stay out in the balcony until you’re done. Besides I don’t like taking advantage around vulnerable women.” He said sternly. “I’ll even protect you if you needed it” he continued.

You clicked your tongue. “I won’t be needing it. I can handle myself, thank you very much” you winked

The next morning, you surprised Taehyung with a new arm brace. To spite him you picked up a pink neon colored one. “It’s my parting gift” you said.

“Sweet?” he smiled faintly. “I know right?” you helped him put it around his arms.

Taehyung accompanied you around town. He stopped over a camera shop, while he left you to the souvenir shop on the opposite side. You two met after a few minutes in the middle of the street and smiled. Each of you were holding on to your new purchase with one hand.

“What’s that you bought?” he asked. “A keychain. You?” you look at the box he was holding. “My parting gift.” He smiled.

Your heart suddenly sunk. You looked down and realized that, yeah, this may be the last time you’ll ever see him. There were so many things to do, so many things to say, and yet you chose to let things be.

You didn’t want to admit it, but the feelings were too loud be ignored.

Unexpectedly, you felt Taehyung’s arm pressed against your shoulder. You look at him surprised at the sudden gesture “Men are eyeing you at 3 o’clock. Can’t let them try to ask for your number” he whispered.

“What? Are you my boyfriend now?” you taunt him one last time. “It’s fun to pretended that I am, at least for today” he shrugged. You heaved. An agonizing one.

By mid-noon, you two were at the beach, savoring the heat of the sun and the soft sand. You playfully reapplied sunscreen on his face, copying the look of a military soldier. He grinned. One last time. His boxy grin that you like.

“I’m hungry. Wanna grab snack?” he asked. You nod. “Wait here, there’s a hotdog stand right there” he points. “I’ve been eyeing it for so long, it seems good.”

“Be back okay?” you demanded. He just chuckled.

You turned away from the sun, letting your back get a tan.

A minute passed. Then another. Then another. Kim Taehyung hasn’t come back. You started to worry. You stood up and ran towards the hotdog stand that he pointed earlier.

You look around, but he wasn’t there. “Taehyung?”

“Hey, lady?” you heard the man tending the stand call for you. You swiftly turn to him “Um. Hey have you seen a guy. This tall” you reached above your head “Hair a bit curly and overgrown, tan, wearing a pink brace?”

“Yeah” he just left. You were starting to breathe fast and heavy. “Did he say where he went?”

He nods. “He told me that if a girl that looks like you came here, that I should give you this.” He took out a box. The one Taehyung was holding earlier. You shook your head. His answer was unresponsive.

“No, this is impor—” you tried to explain but he continued “He told me to tell you ‘not to worry’ and that he hated to say goodbyes.” You looked down, and bit your lip.

You gave up and just took the box “Thank you…” you turned around and opened it. “It’s better this way. You’ll be safe” you read the note inside.

“Excuse me, can I borrow a pen please?” Taehyung asked the man tending the hotdog stand.

He pulled out pieces of clean paper from his pocket, the one he collected in the hotel lobby, and wrote down a note “It’s better this way. You’ll be safe”

His phone rang. “Yeah, we’re here. Meet you there in 10 minutes”

“I’ve managed to take down Müller and his men. Y/N should be safe for now, she still can’t come with. I don’t like women” the man said on the other line.

“Thank you, Jungkook.” He breathed.

“Master Jeon. Not Jungkook” he corrected “And I don’t like waiting inside the helicopter. Whatever it is, make it quick” Jungkook is one of Taehyung most trusted friends. He recently took over his late-father, an influential businessman and an alleged mafia boss.

“I’m sorry if I asked you this favor. I didn’t know she’ll be a part of this. It’s true Mr. Ong and his men were part of the illegal trade. He got furious when I managed to bring the file to you last year. So, I don’t know, he’s just one bitter old man who can’t accept his lost and ordered someone put a bullet straight on my arm”

Jungkook chuckled. “Mr. Singh’s pretty tedious, Taehyung. He wants his things pristine clean. He’ll want her dead. Can’t let her squeak. How are you going to keep her alive?”

He held on to a bracelet, with a lock charm. He watched it dangling from his hand. “I gave her something, I’m pretty sure she’ll know what to do. Might even give us freedom.”

“Freedom? The only time you’ll be free is when you’re dead” Jungkook stated as matter of fact.

He nods. Taehyung licked his lips and tried to hide his tears with the back of his hand.

“…Are you… crying?” Jungkook asked.

He is. He didn’t want to leave you like this but he has to.

“I’ll see you later Jeon, yeah?” he hung up. He stared back to where he left you. From a far he could see lying down, reading the book you borrowed back in the hotel.

“Excuse me” he called the man again. “If you a see girl wearing a pink swimsuit, hair like this…” he traced your hair from his head. “Around this height” he pointed from his shoulder. “Please give this to her. Tell her not to worry… I just…” he choked. As he breathed hard “I can’t say it…”.

For one last time, he extends his phone in front of him. Click! Saved. It was a picture of you smiling from a far. Oblivious from his goodbye.

You suddenly remembered the time you had a conversation with him in Provence:

“If you weren’t an agent, what would you be by now?”

He smiled. “If I tell you, you promise you won’t laugh?”

You forced out a laugh then you agreed. “Alright, game. What is it?”

He smiled.

“A photographer”.

It was mini-album book filled with printed photographs.

The first photograph was the scenery from Bruges Belgium. You realized that the clicking sound that day came from him, because when you flipped the page you found a photograph of you. Holding a cup of chocolate, he bought for you.

‘Sorry if this wasn’t coffee’ a note was written below it.

“You jerk!” tears began to fall uncontrollably down your cheeks.

You flipped another page. It was a good still-capture of the stars when you two lay rest on the field of Provence, France.

Then the next: It was you sleeping soundly on his chest.

‘I’d like to tell you something that night, but I was too scared. You deserve better’ another note written below it.

You furtively flipped another page. It was a photograph of you falling asleep on the car, badly angled that highlighted your double chin. You laugh mid-cry.

‘Didn’t we have fun?’ he wrote down. You nodded. “We did.” You gasped, aching.

You flipped another page. It was a picture of the street of Montpellier. You remembered the time you two got so tired from bickering, it drained the two of you hard. You remembered the taste of the best baguette you ever had. The way you two briefly held hands on the street, trying not to lose him from the crowd. The way you held your laughter when he imitated the rude lady behind her back, while you two were waiting for your turn in the gelato stand. You faintly chuckled. Then you flipped to the last page.

A photograph of you, beautifully shot inside the Cathedral. Lost and unaware that he took a picture of you staring at the ceiling.

‘Maybe one day, I’ll find you here again. Promise not to leave each other” You lost it. You shut your eyes and cried hard. You clutched on the book. You didn’t care about the money anymore. To hell with it. You want Taehyung and you want to see him again right in front of you bad. Still even if you wish hard, when you open your eyes, there was only space to face.

Time and again. He said everything for you. All the things you were afraid to tell him, all the things you were afraid to let him know. He never asked but the answer was already loud, yet it wouldn’t leave your chest. And just like that, you lost him again. He left without even hearing you utter a single word.

Suddenly you felt something drop. A bracelet with a locket.

You hurriedly went back to the hotel. You hastily opened it, using a keychain screw. Finally, it revealed its content. It was another memory card. You took your laptop and have it read by a device.

This time, it wasn’t just a single file anymore. It was multiple of it.

While studying its content, you uncovered the reason why Mr. Singh wanted Taehyung so bad.

Taehyung learned about several back door deals, including Mr. Singh’s that turned him influential. Together with other politicians and international officers, they manipulated certain documents and continuously abet corruption against third-world countries.

It made you understand why Mr. Singh wanted Taehyung alive. He knew more than anyone can, he wanted to horde those secrets. Taehyung’s knowledge was for more precious than anything in this world. He wanted Taehyung for him. He wanted to be in control, and he wanted to remain in control.

“They caused the trouble. Not us, not Kim Taehyung. We’re just scapegoats” you clenched your knuckles as you read more files.

You knew your next move.

“Just In: Mr. Ong, an officer in the international trade bureau were arrested earlier from his home in Hong Kong. An unidentified whistleblower, submitted several documents to XYZ broadcast which was then surrendered to the international tribunal as pieces of evidence against him and among others. It was found that Mr. Singh, an oil tycoon, was behind all of public back door deals, human trafficking, illegal trade in…” you faintly heard the news from the TV, as you left the bar.

It’s been over a few months since the events happened. You decided to turn in the files to a broadcast station. It was the better option, but with disadvantage.

You’ve been living in the City of Valletta, Malta as a consequence. You exiled yourself down here, an island with a population of just half a million. It was peaceful and serene. You knew some men were out looking for you as retaliation. However, several international officers pledged to keep you protected against them after your good deed.

This city was their safest bet.

“One more beer please!” you point out your mug from the waiter. It was late in the afternoon and you were already out early for a drink. Now hammered before night fall.

“Fuck, Valentines. You people know no shit!” you cursed and cry from your table. You were sitting outside the bar, staring at the lovers holdings hands on the street.

Suddenly you heard a familiar song playing from the public square.

♬ “Kiss me out on the bearded barley. Nightly, beside the green, green grass…” ♬

You bawled. Pathetic, drunk and wasted at 5 in the afternoon.

The song reminded you of him. For months, you tried to look for Taehyung. You waited for news. None. You asked people around. None. You paid someone to hack public servers. Still, none. No signs of Kim Taehyung. You didn’t know where he went, or if he was still alive.

You decided to try and move on. Still, it was difficult.

“That idiot he must be de… no” you shook you head. “I would know… maybe he is with someone now?” you whimpered.

You called the waiter and looked at him “I didn’t even get to tell him how I feel? God, I’m so stupid…” you banged your head hard on the table. The waiter rolls his eyes as he filled your mug to the brim. “Thank you. I needed more” you told him. “As long as you pay” he sighed and left.

You chugged on your drink and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. You rummaged for money on your purse and left your payment on the table. You stood up despite your world turning hazy. Slowly you leveled yourself and took a few steps. You wanted to move to another bar that serves harder liquors. You didn’t care anymore; you were miserable and determined to get smashed.

“----!!” you heard someone scream. You scoffed. Who might be the idiot shouting on the street? You wonder, but you continued walking, too unbothered.

“Y/N!”

“What? I paid! Didn’t you see?” you yelled from where you stood, not minding to turn your back.

“Y/N!!”

“I said I paid! God! Whatever, I’m leaving! I’m leaving before you all do!” you wobbled a bit but quickly gained stability.

The singer abruptly stopped. “Y/N!” you heard someone call for you from the loudspeaker. You froze. That voice sounded familiar

“Excuse us, if your name is Y/N and you know a man named Kim Taehyung, please come up to the stage and claim him so I can return to singing.” The woman spoke, evidently annoyed. You turned around and squint your eyes.

Did you hear it right? Or was it alcohol talking?

Suddenly you saw a man running up to you. Your eyes weren’t deceiving.

“Taehyung!” You immediately ran towards him despite being drunk. Quickly you jumped, and he reached. He grabbed you by the arms and swung you around in the air.

You cried. You didn’t hesitate anymore as you closed in for a kiss. He kissed back and deepened it.

♬ “Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance, silver moon sparkling. So, kiss me” ♬

You parted. “Did you requested that song?” he nods. “Check off our bucket list” he grinned as he finally put you down on your toes.

You cupped his cheek and cried. You couldn’t believe it. Finally, his face was right in front of you. No longer a space.

“What’s next?” you asked.

“Maybe coffee?” he smiled. You nodded. “Yeah, I’d love that”.

A/N: Hi everyone, I’m very grateful for giving us your time. First of all, I would like to sincerely apologize for leaving everyone hanging on “Got It”. It was initially planned as a One Shot but after getting positive feedbacks and request, I decided to conclude this with a better ending. I reflected for a little while (also after getting a good beating from Slyn <also a writer who I collab for this fic> who also wanted to send them off with a good ending) and realized that it was a Valentines Special and yet neither one of them (y/n and taehyung) were genuinely happy at the end. It was indeed absurd. Hence, this sequel. We hope you enjoy the second and final shot for this Valentine special.  

also Disclaimer: I’ve never been to any of these countries before. So, apologies if I ever misdescribe the places. I was just watching random travel videos/virtual walks while I workout and thought ‘hey! must be amazing to go around these places with someone special’ then bam! I thought about kth in this fic and y/n. Must be pretty cute if they got stuck together too. Sorry I’m babbling nonsense but anyway thank you for getting this far!! :>